“Fear not, ancient thing. Your custodian lives.” I turned my head slowly the other way. After a subjective century, I was able to see the other figure in the cave. It was enormous, a being that had to crouch not to bump its head on the ceiling. It was, more or less, human in form—but I could see little of that form. It was almost entirely concealed in a vast cloak of dark green, with shadows hiding whatever lay beneath it. The cloak’s hood covered its head, but I could see tiny green fires, like small, flickering clouds of fireflies, burning within the hood’s shadowed depth. Demonreach. The
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