Nyar's head flew into the darkness of the void, rapidly shifting back to Euri's head. The tentacles around everyone vanished, and the endless darkness boiling out of Nyar's body disappeared without a trace.
Arad's eyes followed the edge of his blade as he sensed Doma's presence mixing with the alien nature of Yog.
The darkness within her being grew deeper than that of Arad's stomach, as if she were an endless sea of tar and eyes. Incoherent, senseless, but still guided by a frightening level of intellect.
Doma didn't go anywhere; she just gained a physical body, one that looked nothing like a human or an elf, but more like an ooze, a slime of eyeballs and tar.
The sword slipped from his hand, fell a few inches down, then shifted and turned into a single blob.
The countless pink eyes looked around with a strange emotion in them, then Doma's voice echoed, "Now this isn't sexy at all."
