Story 885: Throne of the Devourer

The Apex Devourer let out a sickening roar, a deep vibration that rattled the bones of the survivors. Its tongue lashed violently, splitting at the tip into writhing tendrils, each lined with hooked barbs.

Leon’s grip tightened on his rifle. “Aim for the skull.”

Evelyn’s breath hitched. "It’s armored. We need a weak spot.”

The Apex lowered its massive frame, its claws gouging into the concrete. The air was thick with decay, and behind it, the Stalkers stood motionless, waiting.

It was their alpha.

And it was toying with them.

The Attack Begins

Reaper fired first. A direct shot to the face.

The bullet ricocheted off its skull, barely leaving a mark.

It lunged.

Mia rolled to the side as razor-sharp claws tore through the pavement where she had just been standing. Lucas fired a burst at its ribs—it flinched, but did not stop.

Then, the tongue came.