102 Meharb’s Fear

Compass Carburettor barely managed to see one thing before fainting. It was the scene of an energy blade in the shape of a tentacle slamming a kite-shaped crystal on his forehead before knocking him out. 

It was a dimly lit space, of a void, nothing everlasting. Compass Carburettor found himself hovering on one side, looking no different to his current appearance. In his hand was a gun, his Anthozoa.

And, standing before him, at a distance separated by 20 metres was a Haggon, one that switched states between its Haggon and human form. The human form was a middle-aged man in his late forties, sporting grey sideburns, wearing a pair of spectacles, giving him the demeanour of a scholar.

He had rather clear eyes, one of wisdom, suffusing with intelligence, and avarice towards knowledge. Slowly, he opened his eyes, gazing at Compass Carburettor as he sighed, "So, it has come to this."