Story 880: The Devourer's Pact

The suffocating darkness of the alley lingered even after the Watcher had vanished. Its voice echoed in their minds.

"Not yet."

Lucas wiped sweat from his forehead. "What does that mean? Not yet?"

No one answered. They all knew the truth.

The Watchers weren’t hunting for food anymore. They were hunting for sport.

A New Threat

Mia pressed her back against the crumbling brick wall, gripping her pistol. "We need to keep moving. Staying here is suicide."

Evelyn nodded, her mind racing. They needed shelter. A plan. A way to fight back.

Reaper led the way, navigating through the wreckage of the dead city. Shadows stretched unnaturally along the cracked pavement.

Then, a low growl rumbled through the night.

Not from a Watcher.

Something bigger.

Leon froze. "You hear that?"

The group barely had time to react before the wall beside them exploded outward.

A grotesque shape emerged—a hulking, skinless creature, its exposed muscles pulsing with unnatural energy.