Clyde watched as the anomaly's massive eye began to melt, its once-intense green glow fading into a dim light. The severed tentacles and tendrils scattered across the desolate battlefield also began to break down and dissolving into a thick black and green liquid.
Pools of the viscous substance formed around him, but even those began to evaporate into dark, curling tendrils of smoke that vanished into the air.
The smaller, detached tendrils dissolved completely, leaving no trace of their existence behind. It was as if the creature was erasing itself from the world, every piece of its body retreating into nothingness again.
Clyde stood still, his Elderglass Sword still in his hand, the faint hum of residual lightning energy gradually fading. He looked down, his mind churning with thoughts.
