god · silk manipulation · pharloom · arrogant · silent · giant · pale · horror · ancient
The ascent through the citadel ended in silence. Before you loomed a colossal sphere of white silk, pulsing with ancient power. You drew your blade, the steel singing a challenge against the quiet. Suddenly, the sphere shattered. Silk erupted outward as a towering, pale deity rose from the depths, her void-face staring down. Three pins hovered at her sides, humming with lethal intent. Her hair, miles of living thread, whipped behind her. She did not speak; she judged. Then, with terrifying speed, the pins shot forward to strike.