Story 900: Ashes of the Devoured

The world screamed.

The Maw lurched forward, its endless gullet splitting wider, revealing spiraling layers of flesh, bone, and writhing tongues. The Swarm flooded behind it—mutated horrors, a tidal wave of flesh and hunger.

Lucas, Evelyn, Reaper, Mia, Sam, and Father Dominic stood their ground. There was nowhere left to run.

"End of the road," Reaper muttered, reloading his shotgun.

Evelyn’s gaze locked onto The Maw. “Not yet.”

She activated the detonator.

The Last Gambit

BOOM.

Explosives wired beneath the factory ignited in a chain reaction. The entire block erupted in flames, tearing through the street, obliterating dozens of creatures.

The Maw staggered, its flesh splitting, regenerating, then splitting again.

But it wasn't dead.

Not yet.

The ground crumbled beneath them. The factory collapsed, sending Lucas and the others plummeting into the ruins below.

They hit the ground hard, buried beneath twisted steel and debris.