The flesh golem seemed unbeatable—no matter how hard they hit him, he always managed to swing back harder, and somehow found ways to mend his mangled flesh throughout the fight. As the battle progressed, Xylia was knocked out cold—with her comrades unable to take time away from the fight to heal her, she began to drift into darkness.
But before breathing her last, she was thrust back into the midst of battle, although she noticed that her skin had turned green and scaly, and that she was completely unable to move. The not being able to move wasn’t so bad—as a sorcerer, she wasn’t one for close, personal combat. The green scales, though, that was strange.
As Xylia began to survey the field of battle, she noticed that Grunt was lying on the floor, barely breathing. As she looked at him, it seemed to her that he was having a vivid dream. Out of the corner of her eye, she thought she saw a shadow emerge from one of the nearby graves and fly into Grunt, but in the heat of the battle, she couldn’t be too sure. Grunt woke up startled, and slowly climbed to his feet.
Eventually the flesh golem was defeated, and in the immediate silence following the battle, the group debated about how to move forward. Grunt, all the sudden, was terrified to remain in the catacombs, and wanted to head back to the surface. Realizing, though, that they couldn’t solve the mystery of this dark infestation if they left, they decided to head down to the deepest depths of the catacombs, unsure of what was waiting for them…