As soon as the voice faded, something changed within the chasm. A shape began to emerge from the depths of the chains of flesh, viscous liquid raining down upon its forming figure.
It was not a creature. It was no beast. Nor was it man. Its form was unrecognizable, horrid… but she knew—this was nothing more than the faintest whisper of intent.
Formed from the curiosity and thoughts of the rot festering below, it stirred with an eerie curiosity about the changes in the home they had called their own for countless years.
They wanted to know what had changed—and why something so appetizing now lingered just beyond their reach.
The scent had awakened them. And now they were interested in knowing whether it would taste as delicious as it smelled.
Greenish-yellow mist bled from the flesh-forged chains, gathering at the edges of the chasm, slowly crawling up the ledge that separated the barren land from the rot within.
