This was, the system judged, a conceptual overreach on the crabs' part. Ceilings were not where crabs normally belonged. The dungeon dimension had been brushing against the Abyss long enough to grow ambitions of its own, and the crabs that fell from the folded overhead substrate carried that same wrong, half-breached quality.
Their chitin was partly translucent, and through it, at certain angles, could be seen a dim inner stirring, like something moving in liquid that had no business living inside a crab. They were large. The system recorded their size with the patient certainty of something that had measured large things before and found the category forever too small.
Voss saw the pressure change in the substrate above them four seconds before the first one let go.
"Up," he said.
Sera's hand was already raised.
