Your Last Meal
Damien stared into the gaping hole where the demons had emerged. The area surrounding it was barren and reeked of death. Same as the other one but this time, it felt stronger.
He clenched his fists as his thoughts lingered on the humans still unaccounted for. If they were alive, he had no choice but to follow the trail into the hole.
He conjured a small flame on his palm, its warm glow cutting through the oppressive darkness of the cavernous pit. Turning to Aquila, who remained vigilant nearby, he commanded, "Watch the area. If anything else crawls out of here or attempts to enter, handle it. I'll be back."
The Griffin chirped softly, lowering its head in acknowledgment as Damien stepped closer to the edge. Without hesitation, he leaped into the void.
The air rushed past him as he fell, the walls of the pit becoming a blur of jagged rock and thick, black residue.