Goatswood Village, Severn Valley, England.
Tonight would be a rare full moon.
The fallen villagers living here had received instructions from the distant stars several days ago. Now, they had all gathered on the hillside at the village entrance, surrounding the "holy relic" they worshipped and guarded day and night—a strange object capable of communicating with the distant stars.
The "Moon Lens," with a radius of ten meters.
The long-mutated villagers were performing an ancient ritual of carnal union beneath the moon, welcoming the ancient existence they worshipped.
When the radiance of the full moon fell upon the lens's surface, it actually formed an ancient portal leading to the Black Forest.
Wisps of an aura capable of stirring the desires of all things continuously drifted from the portal.
Twisted tentacles emitting a dim glow emerged here from an alien space.
Bloated masses of flesh covered in mouths,
Heavy black goat hooves engraved with ancient inscriptions,
Deep within the flesh, between the tentacles, one could vaguely glimpse exquisite bodies and beautiful faces that stirred all manner of fantasies.
Bursts of laughter echoed through the valleys around Goatswood Village, stirring the inner desires of every living creature within ten miles.
Dozens, even hundreds, of Black Goat Offspring poured out through the portal.
Such an enormous number left the villagers stunned in place, yet they did not dare stop their ritual movements. Even when someone was accidentally crushed beneath a goat hoof, the others continued the ritual.
They had never seen so many higher beings arrive all at once.
Moreover, several of them were high-ranking beings whose bodies rivaled small hills.
However.
The final individual to emerge from the mirror could be described in ordinary terms. She could simply be called a young woman not much different from a human.
Her graceful, seductive