[ With the source of the corruption still unremedied the act of maintaining these wretches' life force begins to feel like a sisyphean task. What reaches back is no soul, nor any semblance of one. It's the miasma looking to spread and infect Emet-Selch. From one host to a hopeful next it lances through the connection as he grabs hold of what tethers the victim to life.
The local screams in agony, and with that scream their jaw unhinges unnaturally wide as if it's being torn. It's a hallucination, one that will begin to crawl up and under the skin of his arm if he maintains his current path. It feels so real.
Will he save himself and abandon these victims to their fate, or will he persist? Has he weighed his options? ]
CW body horror
The local screams in agony, and with that scream their jaw unhinges unnaturally wide as if it's being torn. It's a hallucination, one that will begin to crawl up and under the skin of his arm if he maintains his current path. It feels so real.
Will he save himself and abandon these victims to their fate, or will he persist? Has he weighed his options? ]