The great maws of the beast snapped shut, its teeth glinting in the dark like ivory blades.
But the beast's eyes flickered with confusion, where was the sweet tasting flow of warm blood?
The bone-crunching effect and the satisfying tear of flesh that was supposed to follow.
Its maws felt lighter, and by the time its inferior brain could come to understand the possibility that its prey had escaped.
The wind whistled as an object tore through the wind, then its vision went dark followed by a sharp explosion of pain.
Before the beast could even let out a breathless wail, its consciousness dissolved into nothing as its head was smashed to pulp and its body sent into a free fall down the dark depths of the pit.
Gliding up the walls, Seth approached the bunch more carefully, as a surge of green cloaked his frame healing him up.
Though his recovery factor had taken a noticeable hit since the overlapping situation of the island made his world saint title inactive.
