>>6338210Unfortunately, you’re so distracted by this that you lose track of the half-invisible presence you’d been tracking: the source of the voice.
<span class="mu-i">“The Zznake demandzz your deathzz… And my impzz, they hunger. Me a good witch, and die zzo the rezzt can do likewize.</span>
You barely register the words, and certainly are in no state to respond to them. Worse, the buzzing in your head is drowned out by the increasingly-proximate equivalent in the material world. Luckily, though, you’re not alone.
<span class="mu-s">“Miss Yosef, I do believe it’s time to—as they say—‘get your head in the game.’”</span>
You feel a hand the size of a giant’s claps around your waist, and briefly panic before you realize it is extended from a friendlier monster than you initially expected: YOUR monster, The Naked Emepror. The hundun lifts you out of the way as five more of the swarming, horned fly-guys come crashing into his hundun bulk; three bounce off, while two manage to stab into the blobster, embedding their heads in its bulk. There, they squeeze themselves flat against it and inject the entirety of their interior into its flesh.
<span class="mu-s">“Oh ho! Now that’s… Tingly. Is this what being envenomed by someone ELSE feels like?”</span>
You blink. “You’ve envenomed yerself before?”
<span class="mu-s">“Oh, delightful! You’ve snapped out of your stupor!”</span> the hundun sets you down, patting your head before withdrawing the spontaneously-generated limb back into its dumpling-round main body.
<span class="mu-s">“But yes yes, rest your head Miss Yosef: I am quite accustomed to toxins, imbibed or otherwise. Ha ha!”</span>
<span class="mu-b">The Naked Emperor takes <span class="mu-s">6 damage</span> but <span class="mu-s">resists</span> the secondary effect.
Empy’ HP: <span class="mu-s">44</span>/50</span>
You’re glad to hear that your courteous companion is okay, and grateful for its aid, but now’s no time for sentimentality: “It’s… Some kinda demon! It’s cloakin’ itself.”
<span class="mu-s">“Which makes you something of a priority target, hm?”</span>
“She’s not our only witch,” snarls Ayla.
