893: Story 893: The Horrors of the Hollowborn 893: Story 893: The Horrors of the Hollowborn The air was thick with decay, the stench of rotting flesh mixing with the tallic tang of blood.
The Hollowborn stood still—watching, waiting.
Their grotesque, twisted forms quivered with anticipation, their fang-filled maws dripping with acidic saliva.
Lucas staggered, his mind a storm of voices, whispers, commands.
The creatures weren’t just obeying him—they were inside his head.
Evelyn gripped his arm.
“Lucas, fight it!
You’re not one of them!”
His breath ca in ragged gasps.
“I don’t… think I have a choice.”
Suddenly, the Hollowborn stirred.
A new presence slithered into the battlefield.
The Aberration King
From the shadows of the ruined city, a monstrosity erged.
Towering, sinewy, its body stitched from countless victims.
Its skin bulged and pulsed like sothing was alive beneath it.
Its head split open, revealing a gaping abyss lined with writhing tongues.
The air shuddered as it let out a chilling, guttural growl.
Leon raised his rifle.
“What the hell is that?!”
Reaper clenched his fists.
“Sothing we should’ve never lived to see.”
The Aberration King moved forward, its muscle-corded limbs cracking with each step.
The Hollowborn bowed.
Lucas’s body locked up.
His heartbeat synced with the monstrous entity, his vision darkening as the connection deepened.
The monster spoke—inside his mind.
“You are the Herald.”
Lucas gasped, his knees buckling.
“You are the bridge between flesh and hunger.”
Evelyn scread his na, but Lucas’s pupils dilated, his lips trembling.
The Hollowborn began to transform.
The Evolution Begins
Their bodies convulsed, bones snapping, flesh twisting into new, horrific shapes.
One’s skull cracked open, revealing a secondary jaw lined with serrated teeth.
Another grew pulsating tendrils, lined with needle-like barbs.
The ground shook as the swarm mutated, guided by the Aberration King’s will.
Evelyn loaded her pistol.
“We have to get out of here—NOW!”
Reaper gritted his teeth.
“And what about Lucas?!”
Leon grabbed his knife, glaring at the monsters.
“We either save him now or kill him before he’s one of them.”
The Aberration King lurched forward, its tongue splitting into writhing appendages, reaching for Lucas.
Evelyn made a decision.
She grabbed Lucas by the collar and fired a shot into his leg.
He scread, breaking the connection.
The Hollowborn howled in confusion.
The Aberration King shrieked, recoiling.
Reaper grabbed Evelyn’s arm.
“Run!”
The survivors raced toward the ruined subway, Lucas limping, his mind still burning with the voices of the swarm.
But as they disappeared into the tunnels, the Aberration King watched them go.
It wasn’t over.
It was only beginning.
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