The cultists were dumbfounded. They had set fire to the water and shone powerful spotlights in all directions, but somehow the demon had escaped with his captive in a split second. Suddenly, there was a splashing noise from behind them, and the group of hunters turned, shining spotlights on the cultist that had been taken, as he weakly swam towards them.
"Niklas!" One of the hunters yelled. They helped the man out of the water. His clothes were ragged and torn, soaking not only with water, but blood. The man trembled violently, and although his face was still concealed by the now battered mask, he appeared to be too shaken to speak. Niklas weakly pointed down the tunnel, before taking a step, stumbling, and extending an arm to lean against the wall. As the rest of the group prepared more torches to burn the water again, Niklas faltered, then quietly crumpled to the ground. The unconscious man went unnoticed, as did the creeping shadow that slipped along the walls, rising into the tube to the surface, manifesting itself as a thin man noiselessly climbing the ladder out of the sewer.
"Niklas!" One of the hunters yelled. They helped the man out of the water. His clothes were ragged and torn, soaking not only with water, but blood. The man trembled violently, and although his face was still concealed by the now battered mask, he appeared to be too shaken to speak. Niklas weakly pointed down the tunnel, before taking a step, stumbling, and extending an arm to lean against the wall. As the rest of the group prepared more torches to burn the water again, Niklas faltered, then quietly crumpled to the ground. The unconscious man went unnoticed, as did the creeping shadow that slipped along the walls, rising into the tube to the surface, manifesting itself as a thin man noiselessly climbing the ladder out of the sewer.