The group pressed deeper into the asylum, moving cautiously down a dim corridor. At the end, they discovered another hidden door. Without hesitation, London stepped forward and kicked it open, revealing a secret study.
Inside were two more of the strange, "basket-headed" men—and with them, an older man wearing a worn leather apron. The moment they crossed the threshold, combat erupted.
Audrey Rose acted on instinct. As the old man shifted, she hurled a bomb at him, seizing the moment for an attack of opportunity. The explosion rocked the study. The rest of the group surged into the room, weapons drawn. Sabrina unleashed a Glitterdust spell, coating the enemies in sparkling motes of magic and briefly blinding them.
Then, in an instant—Crowe vanished.
The team fanned out and scoured every inch of the basement, searching frantically. But Crowe was nowhere to be found.
Suddenly, the ground rumbled beneath their feet. A tremor. Then another. Dust shook loose from the ceiling. Sabrina’s eyes widened—she realized with dread that the creature was upstairs, and Crowe was likely with it.
They sprinted back up through the asylum, bursting into a main chamber. There, it waited.
A terrifying monster loomed before them: a twisted amalgamation of nightmares. It had four gnashing heads, six legs that scraped against the ground, and eyes—so many eyes—glistening and malevolent. It radiated chaotic energy.
Acting quickly, Sabrina cast Suggestion on the beast, whispering calming words into the weave of magic. Against all odds, the creature halted, momentarily pacified.
Breathless and on edge, the party debated their next move.
Sabrina urged retreat. The creature was too dangerous, and Crowe was nowhere to be seen. But Audrey Rose stood firm. She argued that they had a moral duty to destroy the thing—a creature of pure chaotic evil that had slipped through the broken seal. If left alive, it might return to ravage Carrion Hill again.
Tension gripped the group. The decision loomed. Fight… or flee?
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