You struggled against your bonds, the cult member positioned above you raising his knife to strike. Those encircling you were chanting. Suddenly, the man looming over you convulsed. His body seemed to split, tearing apart from the inside, as something tore it's way out if it, pulling the man apart. It stands up, the body of the cultist falling around its feet like a discarded robe. It speaks, the intestines of the man sliding off of its shoulder.

"Fear not child, I will not let them harm you".