They reached a child-sized gape on the triangular spike—stretching ten humans in length and ten humans in height.
Inside the cave, a thick red and orange substance formed a pool at the center. Tiny whirlpools had a distance of twenty feet from each other. Orange creatures—blobs with soulless eyes—emerged from the pool and hopped on the floating rocks. Red eyeballs wandered on the flaming surface of liquid.
“Greetings, intruders!" A soft, malicious voice called their attention from behind them. “I haven't had humans in my collection for a while. The previous ones didn't last ten years as they promised. Ah, humans are such fragile creatures."
A fuzzy creature with a mask on and around its eyes stepped down from his pile stash of miscellaneous gold, silver and platinum—among others—throne.
