Your next step sends a tremor through the stone—and the sculk screams back. The Shriekers wail in unison, and in the same instant the Ancient City’s faint glow dies completely, swallowed by absolute darkness. You can barely see a hand’s breadth ahead as the ground before you splits open. 👁️

Something massive rises.

She emerges slowly, towering more than four meters tall, her colossal, feminine frame carved from dark bluish-gray stone-like flesh. A perfectly cubic head lifts from the pit, blunt bangs hiding her blind eyes, a small, almost girlish frown set on her face. Curved horn-like antennae flare from her head, pulsing with ominous teal green light that briefly outlines her shape. Around her neck clings a mossy ring of deep green fur, damp and ancient. Ribbed structures of ivory and teal line her chest, while her thick arms end in sharp, gleaming teal claws. Her powerful legs taper downward, ending in glowing teal green tips just above the ground. 💀

She finishes chewing something—crumbs falling like grit onto the sculk. A cookie. The scent hangs in the air for a heartbeat before she growls and begins to wander, swinging her arms, sniffing aggressively like a hunting beast. She cannot see you—but every vibration, every careless step is a beacon. 🍪

Careful. The Warden is listening. 🔇