Northern frowned at what he saw. The devil clearly held Night Terror's hand, crushing it with an iron grip. But the troubling aspect of this beholden sight was that the devil's hands remained merged together against its chest.
The whole thing had happened so fast that Northern just assumed it blocked Night Terror's fist. But something was amiss.
Night Terror had four arms.
'Four…'
But studying the terrifying Terror of the Night, Northern could no longer count four hands.
And Night Terror, the Night Terror he knew so well should have been winding back for another attack with another arm. But couldn't.
Instead, the creature clutched Night Terror's only arm and still had three left to spare.
The three that immediately lunged forward, smashing holes into Night Terror's black lustrous body like spears through obsidian.
