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"Says no hurt, but brings it here. Pain and dying, fear. It sees them follow her, in him." The creature's voice was definitively inhuman, a blend of high and low tones, as though there were several speaking through it. "They reject its song. Why? Song to stop the dying, to stop the fear. But they don't want it to end."

The door of the storeroom was shoved fully open, and the being surged out into the open at surprisingly speed. Tendrils snaked outwards, carrying it along the ground as though it were riding a wave of black, before latching onto the wall and pulling it up into the upper corner of the room, on the ceiling.

The creature consisted of a mass of tentacles that twined with one another and extended outwards in all directions, originating from a more solid mass of black in the centre. From that same centre, what appeared to be its main body originated, a stretched and unnervingly flexible torso with another pair of tendrils in place of arms. Its face was dominated by a pair of large white eyes, lacking in any pupil or iris to diminish their hollow stare. What might have been a head of messy long hair hung around its shoulders, but given that like the rest of its body, it was pure black, it was hard to tell whether it was hair or just a further extension of its body.

"It smells the death on them." Zexal hissed, head rotating around to look between them.