[i]A fireball burst into view behind the APC, rolling across the path behind the adventurers as they took off at full throttle. The fireball rose up. Flames literally dripped off of the Magna Pater as it produced another layer of thick mucous to shed the fire on its body, as if it were sweating magma. It was fireproof.

It streaked after the machine, its snakelike tail plowing through the earth. The fire had ruined its darkness, torched away its shelter. It hated the light, and hated even more the ones that had made it. It raked its way through any ghouls in the way as if they were made of old sponge, tearing through them as easily as a vegan tears lettuce and somehow maintaining enough momentum to gain on the APC. Its physical power was outrageous, and unfair. Unfair that something so strong could move so fast.
The ghouls up ahead even began to flee into the burning forest to escape, favoring the flames over the riled elder horror's flabby mouth and oozing claws.
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