Nero's darkness met them all.
For every tendril that wrapped around him, his darkness tore three more apart. For every constriction that threatened to break his bones, his consuming hunger devoured the flesh that dared touch him. He was a void within a void, a hungry thing within the bowels of an endless hunger, and he would not be denied.
His mouth opened wider still, the jaw dislocating completely now, grotesquely stretching like a void. The darkness pouring from it formed a vortex, a swirling maelstrom of consuming force that pulled everything toward it.
Tendrils were sucked into that vortex by the dozens, shredded by the rotating black, torn into pieces that Nero's body absorbed with terrible efficiency.
The creature's thrashing grew more violent.
