Full page: the group stand on a precipice at the edge of a vast chamber. The floor, stretching out into darkness with no edge in sight, is entirely composed of the frozen, screaming shapes of Black Mass: eyes and mouths and teeth still in the darkness.

Long strands of the Black Mass extend up like towers, thin cords of tentacles and thorns stretching to the ceiling, many held in place by circles of stone. One of these cords is directly in front of the precipice on which the group stands, held by stone, where it neatly ends as if sheared off.

Thin, bright spokes of glistening, geometric silver metal are pierced into the large mass at regular points.