Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20190910172647/@comment-26173711-20190914233918

The mound of melting goo writhes and stares at Demeter.

'”....help.....me....” it said. The voice sounded like Kuyu’s, only distorted.'

All the ELOR soldiers and G-Grimm began warping away, along with their ships.

"Help it, or kill it... help it, or kill it... It's a tough choice, really." Demeter said.

"No, it is not. You're going to help it." Jamison said, his voice surprisingly stern.

Demeter grumbled. "Fine."

He reached out and touched the goo, much to his disgust... Demeter concentrated and tried to reverse whatever Eldritch abomination this was.