Chapter 168 - Squishy

The party watch in both awe and horror as the red blob rears backwards, a maw of fangs and teeth growing from its amorphous flesh as it lunges downward and tears into the weathered flesh of Alazar. The crackle of bones and sinew being strewn apart echo throughout the room as the abomination twitches sporadically, the nerves still attempting to fight an enemy it cannot comprehend as it finally falls still and the blob rolls off the cavity in its chest where the wizened old face once rested.