Title: A Horror Unknown
The second night flyer falls atop the first, both of them dead, the strange devices on their heads ripped away. Chax calls from the tunnel.
Chax: Aun, are you well? What do you see?
(Aun pokes slowly at one of the fanged corpses with his frenting rod.)
Aun: I’m well, Chax. I don’t know what I just saw. But by all the honor of the Ancestors, I wish I hadn’t seen it.
