Story 899: The Maw of the End

The night swallowed them whole.

Lucas, Evelyn, Mia, Reaper, Sam, and Father Dominic stood atop the ruined factory’s rooftop, staring down at the nightmare below.

A writhing ocean of flesh slithered through the streets—hundreds of twisted creatures, each more monstrous than the last. The Devourer’s true children.

And at the center of it all…

The Maw.

It wasn’t just a mutation. It was evolution.

A colossal, grotesque entity of pulsating muscle, with a grotesquely extended jaw stretching open to reveal rows upon rows of writhing tendrils, each lined with serrated teeth. Its limbs were thick, barbed, and multi-jointed, twitching unnaturally as if struggling to contain the power surging within.

And above its head, dozens of hollowed-out skulls were fused into its flesh—as if it had absorbed everything it had consumed.

Lucas’s stomach twisted. “It’s not just hunting us…”

Evelyn gritted her teeth. “It’s calling the end.”