The dark spike retracted as quickly as it had struck.
Cobra's body didn't even have time to hit the floor before the shadows descended upon him. The entity uncoiled from the ceiling, its massive form rippling with absolute, terrifying power.
Two thick, solidified appendages of pure darkness wrapped around Cobra's expensive suit, lifting him effortlessly into the air.
Julien couldn't see it, but the horrific sounds painted a vivid, gruesome picture in his mind.
Riiiip.
CRACK.
It was the sickening sound of fabric tearing, followed instantly by the wet, heavy snapping of a human spine. The Shadow Beast didn't bother to swallow this one whole.
A heavy spray of warm blood rained down from above, a few drops splattering directly onto Julien's cheek.
Julien didn't flinch.
He remained perfectly still in his wooden chair, his breathing shallow, his useless, sightless eyes staring straight ahead into nothing.
