Wraithblood: The Elixir, a terminal episode

You step closer, peering into the alcove.

There’s nothing at all in it. Lots of cobwebs in the corner, thick, ropy sheets of them, accompanied by a peculiar and unpleasant odor, like rotten meat lying in wet dust. Yet other than that, the alcove is empty.

“Strake,” says Nasser, “don’t wonder off. The mansion of a Master Alchemist is quite dangerous, and…”

A faint blue glow suddenly illumines the alcove, and you see a misshapen, hideous thing hanging from the ceiling. It’s a spider the size of a large dog, with the head of a beautiful woman. Albeit a beautiful woman with three-inch fangs jutting from her jaw, green slime dribbling from her lips, and eyes that shine with a faint blue glow, the trademark of Alchemical manipulation.

“Master!” shrieks the thing, sobbing. “Do you not find me beautiful any longer? Master! Master!”

The glowing blue eyes narrow, and the spider-creature flings itself from the ceiling, driving you to the ground. The pincer-lined jaws yawn wide, and you find yourself calculating just how much pressure per square inch the pincers will need to crush your skull.

Then the jaws snap shut. You hear a loud crunching noise, and everything goes black.

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