Nora's POV
I slam against the wall, my hands shooting out to steady myself as I skid to a halt. My back presses into the cold surface while I catch my breath, glancing down the corridor behind me.
What in hell just happened back there?
Two demonic beasts just fused into one massive nightmare.
Dear God.
My palm finds my chest, feeling the wild hammering of my heart beneath my ribs.
Get it together. I have to get control of myself. The darkness surrounds me completely, and the air hangs thick and motionless. I should create a light orb to see my surroundings, but that would broadcast my location like a beacon. Though I suspect that thing can already track me somehow, and it probably sees perfectly in this blackness.
Regular dogs can. Demons definitely can.
Hell-spawned dogs absolutely can.
Jesus Christ.
