Nightmare’s legs took him to every crook and cranny he could find, until he ran into something rock hard yet soft enough to not be an object.

Looking up as he used his tendrils to wrap around the creature, seeing a muzzle around its face—chains around its neck, wrists and ankles.

”Fuck.”

Nightmare cursed, bonebrows furrowed as he calculated a way to not let it escape his grip, glaring at the giant entity in his mercy.

Nightmare needed to know where his members were.