Unbalanced
You dive towards the center of the room, seeking some stability during the chaos. As you do, the origin of the clacking sound reveals itself; a construct of slender, sharpened bone, crawling across the floor on insectoid legs. It dash past you with almost incomprehensible speed, clacking its way up the wall and outside the building. For a brief moment you are envious of its speed as the floor beneath you starts to rupture even more.
Quickly searching for options, your head is suddenly filled with whispers in a thousand languages, and you find yourself involuntarily dropping to your knees in agony. The noises spear your thoughts, preventing you from doing anything more than watching the dark figure in front of you slowly descend from the sky. It extends a single finger in your direction, and you feel the sudden grasp of oblivion.
DEATH 09
Quickly searching for options, your head is suddenly filled with whispers in a thousand languages, and you find yourself involuntarily dropping to your knees in agony. The noises spear your thoughts, preventing you from doing anything more than watching the dark figure in front of you slowly descend from the sky. It extends a single finger in your direction, and you feel the sudden grasp of oblivion.
DEATH 09