[i]Ding dong, the monster was dead. Or was it? Whisps of eerie blue light floated slowly out from each of the creature's eye sockets, much like the extinguished smoke from the ritual candles. However, though it might have just been a trick of the mind, each luminescent streamer seemed to be teeming with thousands of teeny twitching cricket legs, crawling up through the air and fading through the ceiling. 

Its essence was returning to the surreal chambers beyond the dark. It would be back one day distant, one fight wiser and one death meaner. Until then, Magitech had their sample. Surely they would derive many magnificent toxins and work glues from it. Perhaps even some lady lube.[/i]