Oi, watch where you’re swinging that thing! Julia and Sedjet are in there!


1: The Black Idol’s toothy maw opens wide, gushing slimy, sticky tendrils out, as it lunges.

2: Vidali recoils, clumsily swinging her spear. The tendrils are cut off in their attack, quickly turning brittle and gray and crumbling apart.

3: Spear pointed forward, Vidali runs towards the beast.

4: The Idol swings its arm, a mass of thorny tentacles, scraping them along the floor and wall as they sweep around her.

5: Vidali’s spear is pushed over her head, tentacles wrapped around it and trying to grip her arms as the tip near the spear crumbles away. She tries to shove forward: wrestling for control.