“Help us…” He softly whispered in an almost defeated tone. “… It’s always ‘Help us’.” He’d turn away from Isalisk, his form straightening as he peered into the darkness, seemingly focusing on one spot in particular. Eyes narrowed, his right arm lightly twitched as his unblinking stare never wandered from that spot. Fingers lightly curled into a firm fist, attempting to stop his trembling arm, but to no avail. “It’s here.” He softly repeated, and as if on cue, the stench of death would suddenly overcome their senses. The floor would suddenly grow moist, shallow puddles now forming in the porous stone and the sound of running fluids were all around them though what it was, was unseen.<br/><br/>That was when a dim, blue light appeared on the opposite end of  the hall, slowly growing wider with each moment. From there more lights began to appear, they too slowly growing larger in a strange pattern, somewhat similar to an ‘m’ shape. The lights gave no true form as to what they were, not until two smaller lights appeared on the top of the form, almond shaped. From there the smaller, eye-shaped lights opened wide, revealing they were in fact mouths that had opened so widely, almost hyperextending to fill the room in a pale blue glow. The room was now revealed, and they were in some sort of torture chamber with blood stained devices that looked far too old to be of use today. The walls were stained red with a strange, thick mucus coating the walls all around the rounded room. On the far end, a fleshy, glossed abomination lays before them. Countless, female forms seemed stitched together, flesh merged as if melted only to form a strange, arching monstrosity. Each glowing face was contorted with a look of agony, each pushing and pulling as if wanting to break free from their fleshy prison. Strands of long hair were seen still on some of the bulging heads, revealing they may in fact could have been the maidens. The thick, trunk like appendage formed from the several women loomed forward, taking its first step toward the pair before the second limb followed. In the middle of the strange creature was a bulbous sack that it dragged, it too pulsating with what seemed to be –something- attempting to push its way out of it.<br/><br/>Aluren continued to stare without emotion, his eyes still wild though he did not seem surprised by what was before him. The creature took another step, the movements seemingly causing great agony to the countless faces that howled and gurgled in the sound of a female distortion. “Prepare yourself, Isalisk.” He simply whispered, keeping his eyes on the creature as he slowly raised up his blade, squeezing it tightly as he prepared for the assault.