The winged reformed being froze in place, as though it could not process the situation it was in.
The black tendril pierced through its body as though mocking it.
It looked like a skewer with an awfully large piece of burnt meat. Except it wasn't burnt meat, but a living thing.
Suddenly, the winged reformed being began to struggle, like it realized what was happening.
But less than a second later, countless other tendrils pierced through it.
The winged reformed being roared in pain, before falling silent. Not because it was dead, but that the tendrils pierced and blocked its throat.
Without warning, the winged reformed being became a sieve. It attempted to struggle until the very end, even as its body burgeoned and contracted.
However, it could hardly move.
At most, the winged reformed being squirmed like a fish on dry land.
Then... it stopped moving altogether.
