The Devourer ripped itself free.
The wooden vines wrapped around its throat snapped one after another with wet cracking sounds while the entire underground chamber shook violently around us.
Thick roots tore loose from the ceiling overhead and crashed into the slime-covered floor while black fluid poured steadily from the poisoned wound around the creature's mouth.
Good.
Bleed more.
Bleed until you can't fucking move.
The Devourer's body slammed sideways through the collapsing chamber hard enough to split concrete apart as it tried tearing itself away from the vines still embedded through its throat and jaw.
The poison-blackened veins had spread farther now, crawling deep beneath the pale flesh along the front half of its body. Entire sections of its skin looked rotten around the bite wound while thick slime dripped from the damaged flesh in heavy black strings.
It wasn't healing properly anymore, and that felt like a victory in and of itself.
The Devourer knew it too.
