• The One Who Fought a Squid (2)

His first instinct was to make a run for it, or to summon the [Writhe of Command] and warp out of there. His legs trembled as the creature slithered slowly, like it was scanning his level of threat with those skull-shaped faces embedded in its skin.

Deremiah held his sword tighter, slick with sweat, as his mind raced with half-formed plans. None of them felt good enough.

He glanced in Elora's direction where she had fallen, checking if she was moving and also if she was looking at his direction.

Thankfully, he saw that she was getting on her feet and he saw her head was also turned away from him, unaware of his predicament. If there was ever a time to use his power, it was now, while her attention was elsewhere.

With a sharp exhale, Deremiah summoned as much Void needed from his Core and extended them outwards through his body. Doing so, his body dissolved into the bubbling, purple goo.