A dim, ghastly scene revealed itself as the light from Ash's skill spilled across the ground below.
In the center of the cavern sat the Hollow Mother, looming like a rotting brain torn from some impossible giant, its grotesque mass of flesh towering as high as a two-story building.
The surface was a sickly, raw red, glistening as if drenched in oil. Vein-like tendrils as thick as tree roots sprawled outward from its base, crawling across the stone floor and burrowing deep into the earth. They pulsed faintly in uneven rhythms, as though something unseen in the depths was feeding it.
Dozens upon dozens of swollen eyes jutted from folds in its body. None moved in unison; each rolled in erratic directions, scanning the cavern in twitching bursts. Some were no larger than a fist, while others were as wide as a man's head.
