Silence.
A silence that was deeper than the depths of many oceans.
A silence that pressed down on the Dying City like a heavy, funereal veil.
The echoes of the battle between Corey and the monster were long gone, and the building that had once served as a safehouse was now filled with an unnatural stillness that was not just within its broken wall, but in the world outside.
Dust floated in the air as a strange pressure was slowly receding as the figures of both Corey and the creature was revealed.
The creature was dead.
Its body, if it could be called that, lay scorched into an unrecognizable heap of blackened flesh and bubbling ichor.
The parts of its skin that was not charred, was blistered and warped.
The mass of malformed limbs, appendages, and hollow red eyes had been reduced to twitching smolder.
And even that, the twitching... was fading.
