The tendrils of green and black energy lashed wildly, tearing through the chamber like the fury of a giant creature hidden on the other side. Their movements were erratic and chaotic like wild serpents that writhing in joy at their long-awaited freedom.
They slammed into walls, ripped into pillars, shattered the furnitures, and desecrated sacred carvings that had withstood time for centuries. Dust and broken stone rained from the ceiling.
From the summoning circle on the floor, more of the tendrils erupted—dozens, then hundreds, unfurling and slithering like the limbs from a nightmare.
They moved with no predictable rhythm like a great octopus that become berserk. Its body made wasn't made of flesh but of rotting Magic, memory, and madness.
Annette, Selene, and Esther could only watch until they saw it again.
