Almost gelatinous in design, Lacruna, the red blob, began to smother the cavern's walls, including our only exit. There were no warning signs, only a flash of light that turned several people into plasma, a material similar to its genetic makeup, of which it then absorbed. And not even shreds of clothing remained after it was through.
'Claustra Omnia! Speculum Omnia!' My relief only lasted a few seconds. Members of the audience never knew what had hit them as they too became small slithering blobs to mirror Lacruna. Auraculum, Vultorn, we're in trouble. Lacruna has us trapped.
Who was crazy enough to summon that thing?! One of the brothers asked although I couldn't work out which.
Opald Merrington, a pawn who happens to be working for the Elves. What can we do? My barrier and reflection magic is useless! Dammit, there goes three more of my people.
