Galthor felt the creature before he saw it.
It was waiting in the tunnel ahead.
He suddenly stopped walking and stared at it.
After absorbing weeping canyon, he began to explore one of the tunnels that surely led outside to the Abyssal land. He hadn't wasted time as he began walking instantly.
But now, he felt something up ahead. A presence that registered not as physical mass but as a void, an absence of something that should be there.
Galthor kept walking.
The creature emerged from the darkness like a nightmare given form. It was pale, almost colorless, with skin that seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. Its body was vaguely humanoid, but proportions were wrong, limbs too long, head too large, eyes that were nothing but empty black pits.
And it was starving.
Galthor wondered if every thing old and ancient are always starving. The entities. Everything is hungry.
