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Auntie Cheza can read you a story:
"...from the beast's own shadow, erupted a mass of hideous purple tendrils, which snared its forelimbs and tail, bringing it to a crashing halt. From the sky around it, more tendrils: sickly green felt their way into the beast's maws, gagging and choking it, while bloody red ones whipped at its back and pierced its hide."