All they could do was helplessly watch as the demon slowly started to make its way to them.
Each step it took was followed by the disgusting sound of flesh and blood being cut through
And the wet, meaty thud as their heads fell to the floor, painting the dark brown dirt a beautiful crimson red.
They could not run, fight, move, or even utter any form of resistance, as the gravity being pushed onto them was heavier than anything any of them had ever experienced before.
But even so, there would always be outliers, people who would laugh in the very face of impossibility, or as society liked to call them
Heroes.
Watching as the demon slowly made its way towards the two women he loved, Kris was mortified.
He had just watched his brother get his head crushed by that monster in human form, with his brother's blood, flesh, and brain matter covering his face.
