「The Crypt.」
The Muddy Light drifted down like a fall of murky yellow snow.
"The stars are torn... only the Master endures..."
"The King's tattered self, swaying unpredictably..."
All the cultists bowed in worship.
At the center, a massive eye of flesh and blood had devoured four Flesh Eggs. It now shone with Divinity, erupting into a pillar of blood-red light. This pillar, like a raging river of blood flowing in reverse, forcibly opened a portal to an alternate dimension to welcome the great entity.
In a corner, Bishop Ian's eagle eyes narrowed, staring at the tumultuous scene within the grey mist above. The young man was trapped in a predicament, sure to be defeated without the aid of a powerful force.
The humble dust dares to impersonate my Master...
