"Ah! My eyes! I can't see!"
The Iron Price mercenary staggered back two steps in agony, both hands clamped over her eyes. Crimson blood seeped between her fingers.
Clumps of tiny tentacles sprouted from the mercenary's eye sockets, making a gruesome sight amid her piercing screams.
The priest of Ghaunadaur gave her no chance to catch her breath. She drove her staff into the Drow mercenary's chest, and the writhing tentacles on its shaft burrowed through the punctured ring mail, constantly pumping something inside.
The mercenary's chest heaved violently. Something writhed and swelled inside her, stretching the flesh of her chest into a distorted bulge.
Amid a teeth-grating series of cracking bones, the Iron Price mercenary's limbs began to convulse violently. Her arms and legs bent in directions utterly at odds with the structure of her body.
The sight inexplicably reminded Renato of the Drow warriors Klauthsura had crushed with telekinesis at the gates of Samoriel City.
The difference was that those warriors had been crushed by an external force. This time, the mercenary's bones broke as her own muscles pulled them in the wrong directions.
Her eyes rolling back, the mercenary spewed copious amounts of dark red, bloody froth. Her flesh rapidly liquefied, melting like a candle exposed to intense heat and turning into pools of thick, yellowish-brown pus.
The liquid flowed slowly across the floor toward the cleric of Ghaunadaur, whose body absorbed every last drop.
Renato's longsword never stopped moving. He had already killed another three Swamp Sisters who had tried to bar his way.
Severed limbs spun through the air beside Renato. He was now less than thirty feet from the cleric of Ghaunadaur.
Tristana hurled a shining Guiding Bolt from her hand. It traced an arc through the air at a tricky angle and pierced