<em>Sydney takes 2 damage from the mind-blast.</em><br/><br/>The ooze and the tentacle beast surge forward under Sydney's command, heedless of the whip that cracks about them ripping at tentacles and splattering ooze.  The two crash into the illithid and begin to rip at him, for a moment taken from Sydney's control.  In that second, her consciousness is full back in her body, held aloft and fucked from all directions, semen spraying over her breast and face as one of the tentacles squeezed between her tits reaches completion.  The rest surge and continue, pounding at her as she finds the arcane string to pull herself back into control of the ooze.<br/><br/>White eyes open in the black ooze, it's feminine shape beginning to reassert itself as it stands over the body of the illithid and the tentacles that had previously been it's ally.  In the moment that Sydney's awareness had stopped, two things had happened in quick succession.  The illithid had blasted the mind out of the tentacle beast, killing it on the spot, and the black ooze had strangled the illithid to unconsciousness.  Even still black ooze remains in the illithid's cephaelapod mouth, cutting off it's air supply.  All that Sydney would have to do to kill the beast is wait.<br/><br/>So it is that the Delvers have successfully defeated the illithid and the world begins to shift, to turn as both mind-flayers lose consciousness.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://media.steampowered.com/steamcommunity/public/images/items/35700/0560335d17968507e7f933af515afb796529eb2d.jpg)</div>There is a moment of darkness while eyes adjust, but the Delvers soon find themselves back in the ruined, sunken city.  Inside what appears to be an ancient throne room, an entire wall dominated by an enormous tapestry of the sea, the very side that the ocean raised out from before.  The two illithid remain, one breathing shallowly after being beaten unconscious by Phelypsis, the other choking on ooze still under Sydney's control.  The tentacles that surrounded the mage's form are gone, a construction of the mind-realm, but all of the spatters of cum and goo remain on the Delvers, dripping quietly in the darkness.<br/><br/>The throne room is old, decrepit, and few things remain that seem to actually be of value.  Clearly there was a time when this place would have been filled with treasures, but whatever brought about their downfall clearly took more.  Though the stone throne remains with several musty pillows upon it, there is a glint of gold.  A crown upon the seat, clearly worth a fine amount of money.<br/><br/>From a side hallway a soft moan of pain comes, a low groan weathered by years.<br/><br/>And of your dear friend and ally Lorelei there is no sign.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers. What do you do?</strong>