Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- “Even if you could fight it, you’re not going to kill it,” Tattletale said, indicating the monster on the screen. “It’s going to bounce back from just about anything you could do to it. Prepare for it to have a few tricks up its sleeve, because it’s an extension of a species that plays the long game and that knows we don’t have it in us to permanently stop it. So don’t underestimate it, don’t assume it’s shown you everything it can do.”
- [...]
- “Tattletale,” I murmured.
- “Hm?”
- “The way you described that thing in the room. Sounded familiar.”
- “Yeah,” she said. “Fair warning: it’s all educated guessing at this point. Very educated, but no guarantees.”
- “Sure,” I said. I looked at the constantly replaying image of the thing emerging from the shadows. “Is it an Endbringer?”
- “Nah,” she said. “Smaller in stature, more limited in scope.”
- I realized I was holding my breath, and I didn’t release it. I felt like there was a ‘but’ coming.
- “It’s the same scaffolding. Same construction material. Similar principles,” Tattletale elaborated.
- [...]
- And in the shadows furthest from me, the watchdog woke. It lumbered forth, reaching out to grab the concrete of Cradle’s area, a table in Rain’s, and to the shattered dais at the center of the room.
- Too many limbs, all smooth planes like marble, with cables running in the gaps, each glowing with an intense heat. A twenty foot tall titan made of reaching arms that could have been tentacles, they were so many-jointed.
- It was nothing like the beast of lightning we’d seen on the video.
- That wasn’t a single watchdog administrating this room. It was one of four dogs.
- Cradle’s.
- - From Within 16.8
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment