The depths of the beast's throat and its deadly fangs closed in on the exorcist too fast for him to evade.
At this point, it was already too late to dodge. His body was frozen in fear, paralyzed by the overwhelming presence of death itself. There was nothing left for him to do but stare—
Stare at his own demise.
The massive fangs clamped down on his upper body, crushing him from the waist up with a sickening crunch.
A muffled scream echoed from inside the beast's maw, but it was nothing more than a fleeting sound, lost to the oppressive silence of death.
Blood sprayed as the Night Terror's jaws twisted, separating the exorcist's torso from his lower body. The upper half vanished down the creature's throat, devoured without hesitation, while the legs collapsed to the ground with a dull thud, soaking the earth in crimson.
From afar, Fey and Nimora instinctively pressed their backs against the wall, fear gripping them like an iron vice.