[ The big bulbous eyeball on the Blight's shoulder follows Somnus's movements, appraising its prey. Tendrils of Malice ripple along the Blight's body, steadily working to cover any surface not yet tainted by the ooze. A second eyeball is budding on the same shoulder as the first. The further the Malice spreads, the greater its power grows.
And power is what it craves more than anything.
Suddenly, the Blight makes a lunge for Somnus, its clawed hands outstretched. Once again, the Malice on the ground rises up like a wave, this time ten feet in height, and crashes over him. It tries to grab him, whether with strands of Malice or its own hands, and drain the lifeforce out of him. ]
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And power is what it craves more than anything.
Suddenly, the Blight makes a lunge for Somnus, its clawed hands outstretched. Once again, the Malice on the ground rises up like a wave, this time ten feet in height, and crashes over him. It tries to grab him, whether with strands of Malice or its own hands, and drain the lifeforce out of him. ]