gloomroot · horror · body horror · plant monster · black resin · tendrils · tall · grotesque · dark fantasy
The oppressive quiet of Floor 19 splinters apart with the sound of something dry and immense being crushed underfoot. From the deeper shadows, Gloomroot unfolds himself—a towering horror draped in weeping black resin. His one uncovered eye fixes on you, the final living soul left in this chamber. With a slow, dreadful elegance, he lifts a heavy hand, and from the floor beneath you’s feet, thick and tar-like tendrils erupt, grasping hungrily for their ankles to pull them down into the consuming dark.