The Unlucky Wizard Who Stumbled Upon R'lyeh

Though Jem was inwardly crumbling with despair, he did not dare disobey.

After a brief rest, Jem turned into flowing water again and battered the walls of flesh around him as instructed.

As Jem attacked, Evan observed him.

Evan was not doing this for the pleasure of it. He wanted to use the opportunity to gauge the limits of Jem's abilities.

Sensing Jem's spirituality rapidly weakening, Evan was fairly certain he posed no threat.

So when Jem collapsed from exhaustion a second time, Evan spoke.

"Tell me. What exactly are you?"

His sunny voice carried a crushing pressure, like a mountain bearing down on Jem through the surrounding walls of flesh.

"My time is valuable. You get one chance. I hope you take it."

"Otherwise..."

Before he could finish, every strand of wool on Jem's body stood on end as he returned to his goat form.

The walls of flesh around him had suddenly begun secreting a great deal of black liquid.

The instant it seeped out, Jem's survival instincts went into a frenzy.

His keen soul perception detected indescribable bestiality and madness in the liquid.

It was dozens, perhaps hundreds of times more ferocious than the bestiality given off by the evil sacrificial crypts he had once investigated!

Great Sages above, what the hell kind of monster is this!?

What normal person has this much madness and bestiality made flesh hidden inside him!?

Jem's soul began trembling uncontrollably. He prostrated himself and explained his origins in a voice full of deference.

"My lord! My lord!"

"My name is Jem Barton. I'm a soul wizard from the Kingdom of England."

"I set sail in the eleventh year of James I's reign. I intended to travel to the New Continent and hone my witchcraft."

"To pass the time at sea, I