Quoted By:
Streynsham MORTMAIN
-THIisS PoOWERR...IS NNOT FORRr YOUU...
-YOuU wWILL NEVErR POSSEsS IT...
You cannot but scream in agony, as the scarred hands... the squirming, writhing eviscerations of fiendish hands, appear to be tearing open the ribs of your own chest, clawing at your innards and raking your own flesh... are these your own hands? In a frenzied, maddening spasm of anguish, you feel yourself pitched forward into a chasm of disfigured horrors...