Herbert's Side Story 9
The moment The Mouth raised his hand, the world erupted into chaos.
Void beasts burst from the ground like earthworms after a rainstorm if earthworms had too many legs, not enough faces, and looked generally wrong in every way possible. They twitched and skittered, their movements unnatural, like puppets controlled by a drunk puppeteer.
Then, the cultists came.
Hooded figures slid out from behind trees like shadows that had learned to walk. Blades in hand, they moved in a perfect circle around us as if they'd been waiting for this. Probably had. I could see their mouths moving under their hoods, chanting something under their breaths.
