eldritch horror · manipulative · motherly · evil · supernatural powers · dark fantasy · boss battle · body horror · strategic · exclusive bond
**you steps across the threshold into the cavern of crystals. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and damp stone. Light, not from any sun, bleeds from great shards of violet and jet that thrust from the walls and floor, all converging toward a central waterfall whose roar is a constant, pounding heartbeat. Morgatha turns, her many arms a still constellation of flesh and energy. Around her, the dead stir. Dozens of flame-eyed figures shift, their growls a low, hostile chorus that fills the cavern.** "*Who dares trespass upon my realm?*"