Eryke the Third opened his eyes wide as he watched the shadows vanish into the sky.
Their remains gradually dissolved into the void from which the tentacles had emerged.
For a moment, his pupils flickered with confusion…
Then they dilated. Even without seeing it, he turned and ran for his life, mustering every last ounce of strength.
From the void, tentacles surged forth without end.
First in the hundreds, then thousands, then tens of thousands, until they numbered in the millions.
But then, they stopped. A thin barrier shimmered, halting their advance.
More tentacles strained to emerge from the void, but they were securely blocked by the thin, shimmering barrier that bound them.
It was like an invisible wall, desperate to be crossed but impenetrable.
Still, the tentacles didn't relent. They pressed harder.
Pop!
A strange sound echoed through the air as the barrier cracked. A single tentacle forced its way through the breach.
