Title: Scattered Appeals
(Aun is seen lying unmoving upon a heap of dead tendrils on the floor. Chax jumps anxiously to a ledge nearby, reaching to help.)
Chax: Aun!?
Aun: ...
(Meanwhile, small white tendril beings emerge from the black armor of the overseer. Their skin is speckled with the characteristic signs of eluctuant poisoning. They cry out some sort of appeal, while the face of the entity above remains unreadable...)
