Prodigal

The green center of this mass grows brighter as it lunges closer. You try to keep your wits-- and your sword-- about you as you crawl backward, risking your movement to take a wild slash at the thing before you.

You scrape across the stone body, sending chunks to the empty wall, and the beast has to brace to keep itself from falling on top of you. Silently, you are grateful for this.

You kick yourself away and to your feet, and you begin to run.

Proceed

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