It comes. It comes.

The eyes. The mouths. The burning drip. It comes.

Zebra Zemmikka is gone. It engulfed Zemmikka. Zemmikka is gone.

I hide. Amongst the storage. Magic does nothing. Cannot burn it. Cannot stab it.

Screams. So many screams. Too many screams.

The teams. The teams are back. The teams are screaming.

What have we awakened?

I must leave. Take food. Take equipment. While the thing looks elsewhere.

It comes.

Cptn. Decadent Dawn^, Notes

It seems we finally have our monster, but there is damningly little information.

Even when frightened out of her wits, Eastern Leaves_’s hoofwriting is fascinating^. Easily digestible_.

Digestible^. Now there is a word. I wonder

M^y g_reat un^cle is ^her_e.

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