The Devourer disappeared underground again and for about three seconds, I actually thought the ugly bastard might be retreating.
Then the screaming started.
Because of course it did. What was a fight to the death without a little screaming here and there.
The floor near the survivor wall exploded upward in a spray of dirt, slime, and shattered concrete as the Devourer's mouth erupted straight out of the ground beneath them. The split-open throat stretched wider than before, torn flesh hanging in wet strips around the spinning rings of teeth while the poison-blackened veins pulsed violently beneath its skin.
The damage I caused hadn't weakened it, it had only managed to piss it off more.
Two survivors vanished immediately into its mouth. One second they were there, and the next they were halfway down the creature's throat while the teeth dragged them inward together in a twisting blur of limbs, blood, and screaming.
