The Maw thrashed in rage, dragging its malformed bulk further out of the Overseer's ruined corpse. Half its body was still tangled in broken ribs and spine, but its hunger made it push forward. The cavern shook as tendrils smashed against the walls, tearing rock loose in jagged avalanches. Chunks of stone tumbled into the dark, swallowed by the stinking black flood spilling from its jaws.
Asher strode straight into it. His cloak flared in the red glow of the seed, every step firm, his scythe ready. The air thickened, pressed down like a storm, each breath burning with rot. But his eyes burned brighter.
The Maw lunged again, jaw wide, tendrils snapping like whips. This time, its attack carried weight enough to crush the cavern's heart. Teeth slammed down, stone splintered, tendrils surged to bind him in place.
