You were wandering into the Watcher’s Spire, resting place of Lurien the Watcher.

You entered a large room, full of six huge plump but armored Warrioress’ peacefully sleeping on the ground with their nails. It didn’t take long to realize that in actuality, the six were all dead.

However, the air felt putrid, filled with infection. And you were right, you looked up and saw a swarm of infected flies. They began to swarm one of the bodies and fill the hollow plump husk up with infection. She soon arose from the ground, waking to see you. She felt lovesick, the infection driving her to love, possess, spread the infection. Before you could leave the other five awoke, full of infection. It wasn’t long until the six were poking and prodding you with their short stubby arms. It’s clear you weren’t getting out of this one.

Defend... Seal... Light... Full... Strong husk...