@Everyone...
"Huh...?" the shrouded figure shuddered, lowering the little object he was tampering with from Dywn's point of view. He held his head down onto the metal in bewilderment at the commotion, as if it would help him hear down into the study as the party members swelled forward at the entrance. Their disjointedness would be obvious enough to her now, unable to hold a conversation nor organize a joint effort. These 'heroes' had a lot to learn in this wretched world and its great hardships. And when Ihosha finally spoke out at the end, it was more than clear as day. Whatever that meant anymore. The figure let out a dribbled laugh as he raised a large object above his head and aimed it at the three-eyed 'it' who made themselves known. At this moment, they would barely have enough time to react before a glass bauble was released from the hidden figure and tossed down below.
"Haha..." snarling, "Don't speak as if you know us! You won't fool me! You're nothing but little rats! Yes, nipping... sneaking around in these old refuges, poking your little snouts where you don't belong!"
With her exhaustion, indeed, all Dwyn could do was watch at this point as the current misfortune was mantled to unfold. Even if she were to finally choose to speak now, this had gone beyond simple words.
As the gritty glass orb threatened to smash down upon the ones crowded around the entrance of the tunnel, spilling whatever foul liquid contained within all over them, at the same moment, a black tendril-like mass crashed into the ramparts above. Isabella's blade bite into the stone, stretching with a moan before readying to snap. She needed to be ready for the bungee up otherwise her maneuver would do herself more harm than good.
The rest had a second to act before they would be caught in the radius.
Metal screeching and low moans acted as a warning to the retreating party, putting them on a rapidly ticking timer. From the distance behind the party, the pale fire deterring the rampaging cult was swiftly waning, allowing a few of the overgrown ghouls to slip through into the tunnel. The light of the smoking lanterns began to glimmer and replace the light of the flaming refuse of their late companion. If they were not quick in dealing with the misinformed being, whatever effect this mystery ooze would have, let alone risking losing this method of escape, was the least of their problems.
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Daemos