[ A single jumpscare is one thing, but that horrific visage isn't the only shadow that haunts the room. No, where one had been, others follow and every time he tries to focus on a single entity, it escapes and sinks back into the water. G'raha grits his teeth, climbing up onto the desk in the hopes that even a bit of distance will offer some reprieve.
As much as he wants to blame Emet-Selch for this, these feel different, entirely unlike the aether he had been surrounded in just moments before. ]
This is...
[ He has to keep looking, he cannot afford to be distracted, no matter how he begins to feel the hair on the back of his neck and tail rise. That instinctual feeling that something is wrong, as if the aether in the air itself is misaligned. G'raha quickly turns his attention back to his search, but it isn't long before the shadows in the corners of the room seem to spread out. The water continues to rise and G'raha has the distinct feeling that drowning might be a better end.
Then, all of a sudden, there's a defeaning whoosh. It's as if a portal opens above him and all the water in the room rises like reverse rain. G'raha's watches in abject confusion, only to be surprised by something much more improbable:
Emet-Selch is back. And the door is open.
G'raha stares in disbelief, eyes wide and openly bewildered, the usual undercurrent of disdain and distrust absent for at least a few seconds.
Emet-Selch came back for him. Why...?
His mouth hangs agape and instinct almost has him refusing to respond to any orders from Emet-Selch, but the equally sudden spread of gloom encompassing the room is greater. That innate sense of dread like a prey animal detecting a predator has him sprinting, nearly slipping on the still slick floor and bounding out of the room towards his former adversary. ]
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As much as he wants to blame Emet-Selch for this, these feel different, entirely unlike the aether he had been surrounded in just moments before. ]
This is...
[ He has to keep looking, he cannot afford to be distracted, no matter how he begins to feel the hair on the back of his neck and tail rise. That instinctual feeling that something is wrong, as if the aether in the air itself is misaligned. G'raha quickly turns his attention back to his search, but it isn't long before the shadows in the corners of the room seem to spread out. The water continues to rise and G'raha has the distinct feeling that drowning might be a better end.
Then, all of a sudden, there's a defeaning whoosh. It's as if a portal opens above him and all the water in the room rises like reverse rain. G'raha's watches in abject confusion, only to be surprised by something much more improbable:
Emet-Selch is back. And the door is open.
G'raha stares in disbelief, eyes wide and openly bewildered, the usual undercurrent of disdain and distrust absent for at least a few seconds.
Emet-Selch came back for him. Why...?
His mouth hangs agape and instinct almost has him refusing to respond to any orders from Emet-Selch, but the equally sudden spread of gloom encompassing the room is greater. That innate sense of dread like a prey animal detecting a predator has him sprinting, nearly slipping on the still slick floor and bounding out of the room towards his former adversary. ]