The Mind Eater’s grotesque form quivered. Its glistening, exposed brain throbbed violently, as if processing something new. Something unexpected.
Pain.
Evelyn’s knife, slick with black, curdling blood, dripped onto the concrete. The moment it had pierced Mia’s infected arm, the Mind Eater had flinched—as if it had felt the pain itself.
Reaper staggered back, pressing against his wound. His breathing was shallow, but his grip on his shotgun never wavered. “I don’t know what the hell you just did, but do it again.”
Mia’s body twitched unnaturally. Her claws scraped the ground, her head snapping between Evelyn and the Mind Eater, like two forces were fighting for control.
Then, the creature moved.
A blur of muscle and madness, its twisted limbs carried it forward with horrifying speed. Its elongated tongue, coated in viscous saliva, shot toward Evelyn’s face—aiming for her eyes.
She barely dodged.