A limb—far too long, far too thin—slithered through, ending in barbed hooks that scraped the floor. A second limb followed, this one plated like armor. The creature's head forced its way next: a grotesque mask of bone wrapped around a mouth that wasn't a mouth so much as a pulsing void ringed with teeth.
Cain's heartbeat faltered.
The Watcher didn't hesitate. It lunged. The chamber detonated with light as its wings snapped open and slashed the air, sending arcs of force slicing toward the creature. The Devourer shrieked in a frequency Cain felt behind his teeth more than heard.
Chunks of iron exploded from the walls. Towers of dust rolled across the floor. Cain ducked behind a fallen brazier and shielded his face as shards of metal tore past.
