Immediately, all seven of the Nightmare Eye Devils lunged at the corpses of Zialath and Loatan. Their bodies warped mid-motion, mouths distending into monstrous maws lined with fangs like jagged saws. They devoured with ravenous speed, their hunger bottomless, their movements grotesque. Bones cracked, flesh tore, and in moments not a single drop of blood nor shred of tissue remained of the two fallen Sector Masters.
But the feast was only the beginning. Their forms began to tremble violently, skin bubbling and splitting apart as their bodies mutated further. New bulges of blood-red muscle swelled obscenely beneath their skin, sprouting bone spikes, clusters of eyes, and gaping maws. They were horrors born of devouring power—grotesqueries twisted into something far worse than devils.
The True Depravitas and Overlord, however, did not flinch. Their expressions remained cold, sharp, and watchful. Rather than fear, there was only interest and solemn attention in their eyes.
