Death stared Nero in the face.
It's hot breath cut through the humid air, wafting into his lungs like pungent steam.
The beast before him seemed to possess the essence of fear itself.
The shadows around it bent unnaturally.
His face oaled as he realized something.
'This thing has been tracking me all this time!'
Its gaze had never left him at all, even while all the other Abominations were embroiled in their battle.
It was solely after him.
The mud beneath his feet shifted.
He was also not under any delusions that he could successfully defeat this thing. Especially since it didn't have any injuries of any sorts.
But between that and death, it seemed like he didn't have any options. In the meantime, the abominable creature just seemed content with quietly stalking and observing him, so he allowed himself to think. If course, without taking his eyes off of it.
'I doubt I can make a run for it. This thing is simply too fast. I'd be dead before I even know it.'
