Outer God (1)

In the silver moonlight of the twin moons, the forest below was bathed in its glow.

Here, countless flora and fauna flourished, thriving in the moon's gentle embrace.

But amidst it all, a source of light shone above, burning with an unusual intensity, far surpassing anything ever seen. It was unlike any campfire's warm flicker, far fiercer in its brilliance.

Nearby, a figure lay, drenched in green blood from head to toe, sleeping soundly with eyes closed.

Above this body, hovering in the air, were tentacles coming out from the void.

Hundreds of them, their sinister form aimed directly at Eryke the Third.

The tentacles moved with an eerie slowness. 

The slowness itself was more terrifying than any rush of speed, a sense of inevitability building with every moment.

They wrapped around his limbs, binding his hands and legs, lifting him from the ground as if he were a mere ragdoll.

Then, one of the tentacles shot toward his ears.