The scream of the Council soldier being dragged into the drilled tunnel cut off with a sickening *SNAP*.
Thick black smoke kept pouring out of the broken glass cases, smelling like burned fat and old blood. Outside the newly drilled hole, thick purple tentacles thrashed across the broken stone floor. Behind them, dozens of pale, rotten wolf monsters kept leaping from the dark corners of the hall.
Chief Elder Gideon stumbled backward on the slick marble floor. He stared at the purple tentacles, then looked back at Elena, his amber eyes flaring with raw shock.
Seeing that his bolts could not stop the horde, Gideon raised his hands in desperation and hurled his useless iron crossbow onto the stone floor. As pure survival instinct took over, his inner beast surged to the surface.
*SNAP! CR
