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It was dark outside, but the moonlight was enough to see It. The horror unveiled.
It was wearing the robes it had worn before, but it's face was no longer exposed. Humanoid enough, save for the three fingered hands, but at the face it all went so horribly wrong. Gods above and below, the face.
Where the face of a man should have been the creature instead had a slimy mauve visage that terminated in four long tentacles that swayed and moved gently. The creature looked out at Shari with unblinking, unfeeling, and utterly featureless white eyes.
And she knew. Somehow, gods, she knew. Those eyes had seen civilizations rise and fall, countless horrors. Countless horrors. It had watched as the gods themselves died.
And before it she was nothing. Less than nothing.
When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back.
Every fiber of Shari's body was screaming, crying, retching. Her soul was, too. This thing was wrong. Horribly wrong. Horribly, horribly, wrong.
She recognized it from the rumors about what happened in Mizunokuni six years ago.
It was a Mind Flayer.
And Shari was afraid.
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