Story 841: The Crimson Harbinger

The cityscape loomed around them, its skeletal remains a haunting reminder of what humanity had lost. Evelyn, Reaper, and Mia had barely escaped the Matriarch’s lair, but they weren’t safe yet.

The air thickened with an unnatural presence. A low, wet clicking noise echoed through the shattered skyscrapers.

Then, they saw it.

Perched atop a crumbling rooftop, silhouetted against the dying sun, a nightmare given form.

The Crimson Harbinger.

Its flesh shimmered like molten sinew, pulsating with an eerie glow. Elongated claws twitched at its sides, and spiked tendrils curled from its spine, weaving through the air like living whips.

It watched them.

Then—it moved.

In a flash of red and shadow, the Harbinger lunged.

Reaper barely shoved Evelyn aside before razor-sharp tendrils speared into the ground where she had stood.

Mia screamed, unloading her pistol into the creature’s chest.

The bullets ripped through it—only for the wounds to close instantly.