Rorschach swung his crowbar down, and a large chunk of the Mother Goddess's dark mass instantly vaporized. Severely enraged, She let out a shriek that pierced the entire Pole and counterattacked.
Nirvana Mother's countless outstretched arms formed a jet-black wheel. The dim, indecipherable markings on its surface looked like patterns, yet also like writing, converging into innumerable weapons to block Rorschach's blows.
She raised one of Her hands. In its palm was a pool of sludge from which a skull squirmed out. The sludge was actually decaying flesh, which enveloped the cranium and extended a long, soft, flexible proboscis that tried to climb Rorschach's now-enormous body.
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"Why are the undead suddenly so active?" The White Dragon pulled Singrev behind him and backed away step by step. Before them were countless undead crawling toward the pair with a hatred for the living and a greed for flesh. The collapsed underground ruins had become a true Demon Cave.
