The Flesh Reaper’s body pulsed—a grotesque display of shifting muscle and writhing sinew. Its flesh rippled and hardened, adapting to the damage.
Leon clenched his jaw. “It’s learning.”
Evelyn barely had time to process that before the creature moved.
Not just fast—instantaneous.
A blur of twisted muscle and jagged claws rushed Lucas. He barely dodged, but the creature’s whip-like tongue lashed out, catching his ankle.
“Lucas!” Mia screamed.
The Flesh Reaper yanked him into the air, slamming him into the pavement. Bones cracked.
Reaper didn’t hesitate. He fired.
A direct hit—shells tore into the creature’s exposed ribcage. Chunks of flesh exploded outward… but it was already healing.
The Reaper turned, grinning.
“Meat fights back,” it rasped.
It launched itself toward Reaper, claws extended.
Before impact—Dominic shoved Reaper aside.
The priest wasn’t so lucky.
Claws ripped through his abdomen.
Dominic coughed up blood. His eyes went wide.