Enslaver

The Grave Warden chuckled wetly. ‘If there was ever a place designed to divert the curious, this would be it. Look – there. What do you think that is – or was?’ He indicated a spheroid of two metres in height, composed of rough, leathery skin. A large, albeit withered, sensory organ of some sort sat at the top of the sphere, and around the upper body clustered pale tentacles that dangled to the ground.

Fabius peered at the strange creature. ‘Fascinating.’

Fabius Bile: Clonelord