The Hydra Lizard swayed its three tails at an unhurried pace... An ominous dark-purple glow shimmered around them.
The spell had never dealt much damage, but any living creature it struck felt as though both soul and body had been savagely whipped. Without enough resistance, the victim could only curl up in agony, unable to control their movements or attack.
Mockery shone plainly on all twelve of his lizard faces... Didn't Rose's priestesses love whipping people? Their whips had practically become their trademark!
Even Wax Demons—monsters made by turning living Succubi into candles—couldn't withstand a single Shar's Whip, yet the Drow dared claim they feared no pain.
Even the God of Suffering might not withstand Shar's whip. And this bunch of trash dared challenge the Daughter of Dark Night!
The Hydra Lizard suddenly went still... The eyeball he had swallowed was rebelling, trying to make him retrieve the Severed Hand the spider had tucked into an ovary on her abdomen. How inventive. Vecna had probably never imagined his hand would be so lucky one day, getting to cozy up to countless baby spiders through their eggshells.
The Hydra Lizard considered himself fairly well traveled... Wax Demons weren't all that rare in the Underdark, but this was the first time he had ever seen one turned into a spider mother.
By nature, those creatures were more like Succubi. They preferred humanoids... Whether they could give birth was beyond what he, an animal, could know.
But a Wax Demon going to war wrapped in spider eggs? That was a rare sight indeed!
No matter how pitiful the spider looked, he absolutely would not stick his claws inside that thing!
Even his Supreme God had never made such an unreasonable demand! That eyeball had some nerve!
If it kept making trouble, he would