You don’t know how long you’ve been walking, but the further you go, the more it feels like this was a bad idea… and yet, you find you can’t stop yourself from walking, as though your limbs are being pulled by an unknown force. Deeper and deeper you go, until...
You step in something wet, and as soon as you do a rotting stench fills your nostrils. You want to gag, want to turn back, but all you can do is march forward. The smell gets worse. Soon, you’re trudging through a sea of blood and viscera, each splash soaking through to your legs--a cold, unpleasant sensation that you can’t seem to shake.
Eventually, you come to a stop. Faintly, you see it ahead of you: a massive throne built out of rotting flesh and blood-slicked roots. Embedded in the ground in front of the throne is a cane sword (visual). But before you can approach, the roots begin to move, slithering like giant snakes through the gore at your feet, and quickly they wind around your ankles, moving up your legs.
THE QLIPHOTH
You don’t know how long you’ve been walking, but the further you go, the more it feels like this was a bad idea… and yet, you find you can’t stop yourself from walking, as though your limbs are being pulled by an unknown force. Deeper and deeper you go, until...
You step in something wet, and as soon as you do a rotting stench fills your nostrils. You want to gag, want to turn back, but all you can do is march forward. The smell gets worse. Soon, you’re trudging through a sea of blood and viscera, each splash soaking through to your legs--a cold, unpleasant sensation that you can’t seem to shake.
Eventually, you come to a stop. Faintly, you see it ahead of you: a massive throne built out of rotting flesh and blood-slicked roots. Embedded in the ground in front of the throne is a cane sword (visual). But before you can approach, the roots begin to move, slithering like giant snakes through the gore at your feet, and quickly they wind around your ankles, moving up your legs.
What do you do?