<div class="floatright">(https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-RrqNNvNJBeY/TYNchRFtrhI/AAAAAAAABQI/pKes4Q2WIKM/s1600/Flawless_by_Ricardo_Guimaraes.jpg)</div><br/>One eyeball retreated, but was almost immediately replaced by another and, while their own ranks had also swelled, Lydia was growing increasingly concerned. If these tentacles were only part of a larger, reality warping beast, was this a fight that was in any way winable?<br/><br/>With a veritable yelp of recognition, the inquisitor abruptly realised what was going on. The Goddess hadn't abandoned her servant, rather, she was holding back her aid in order not to encourage an unwinable battle. That was why the spell had no teeth and, no doubt, why she had become so clumsy with her blade.<br/><br/>"We must fall back!" the half-elf called out, "The real enemy lies elsewhere and I fear we shall be swamped if we continue this fight!"<br/><br/>The notes had said that the demon could warp the world with its dreams, so Lydia wracked her brain, desperately trying to think of anything she'd encountered so far that seemed at odds with reality. Surely someone would've noticed if anything that bizarre had occurred. As the inquisitor pondered this conundrum, she backed away from the nearest tentacles, maintaining her defensive stance as she tried to escape the pock-marked area of tunnel.<br/><br/>"We're looking for a demon that can alter reality when it dreams," she explained, "So can either of you remember passing anything weird because that might be the clue which leads us to our quarry?"