A thin sound from Benedict, still sitting on the ground with his hands splayed before him, coming to terms with two facts simultaneously: one, that the thing in front of them is straight out of a nightmare, and two, that he can't make a barrier to enclose the party.
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A thin sound from Benedict, still sitting on the ground with his hands splayed before him, coming to terms with two facts simultaneously: one, that the thing in front of them is straight out of a nightmare, and two, that he can't make a barrier to enclose the party.
"--what the fuck?"