The blow full of power was suddenly bound by long black cloths, wrapping Ailord's arm and trying to pull it into the mouth. His power was sucked in, no longer felt. He pulled his hand, trying to resist but without it, he couldn't face the creature at all. He was just an ordinary human about to be eaten.
The black hands behind him rushed to help, attacking the monster, giving it a strong blow that sent it slightly backward while pulling Ailord forward.
Now, the black hands moved towards the cloth, trying to tear it with their sharp claws to no effect. Especially when Ailord was still thinking about the previous situation, making him unable to accept their existence, thus the black hands lacked the strength to face the creature.
Ailord was getting closer to the mouth, seeing clearly the dark throat cavity, as if it was staring back at him, trying to enter his mind.
