Story 843: Crimson Dominion

The tunnel behind them swarmed with Hollowed—twisting, shrieking, hungering. Below, the pit churned with writhing bodies, fingers clawing at the air. But it was the figure above them that froze Evelyn’s breath in her throat.

A silhouette crouched in the shadows.

Its skin rippled, shifting like molten flesh, veins pulsing with unnatural life. A long, forked tongue lashed the air, dripping with viscous saliva. Blades of bone jutted from its forearms, serrated like the teeth of a saw.

Mia gasped. "What the hell is that?"

Reaper’s grip on his shotgun tightened. “A Crimson Hunter.”

The creature tilted its head.

Then—it moved.

In the blink of an eye, it was on them.

A blur of red tendrils and slashing claws.

Reaper fired—the shell tore into its chest.

It didn’t slow down.

With inhuman speed, it slammed into him, sending him crashing into the rusted subway tracks.