Story 895: The Maw of the Devourer

The air reeked of decay and blood. The subway station trembled as the Veinborn horrors slithered toward the survivors, their elongated jaws chittering, drool sizzling on the floor. But the true horror stood ahead—General Victor Hale.

His cybernetic armor glowed in the dim light, a crimson insignia of the Flesh Cult burning on his shoulder plate. He lifted his rifle, an experimental plasma weapon, and aimed it at the group.

"You ran right into my hunting grounds," Hale said, his voice a low growl. "And I never let prey escape."

Before anyone could react, the Veinborn lunged.

The Swarm Awakens

Reaper was the first to strike, hacking his machete through a Veinborn’s chest cavity. Instead of falling, its body convulsed, and its ribs cracked open like an insect’s shell, revealing a second gnashing maw.

It shrieked.