The tentacle moved with a relentless, crushing brutality, tearing through the crystalline structures of the cave as if they were nothing more than glass. Every swing sent chunks of crystal flying, shattering into glimmering dust. Rakshasa unlucky enough to be caught in its path were obliterated, their bodies mangled and smeared into the mud and grime that coated the monstrous appendage. Each movement left gouges in the earth, and the cavern floor shook under the force of its approach.
It barreled forward, streaked with mud, grime, and remnants of crushed stone, heading directly for the Jade Dragon at the forefront of our group.
