[@Starfall][@Drifting Pollen][@Mikellh Dejax]

[i]The Magna Pater's capabilities had again been lowballed by the adventurers. Then again perhaps it should have been apparent, given how it had appeared in the forest along with several reality warpers. That might have been a hint that it wouldn't be so easy to bypass its black magic. 

Its powers were simple and not inherently deadly, but they were entirely pure in that simplicity and unfathomably great when used in conjunction with cunning. There was no undercutting them. 

It couldn't be perceived via any means that was not of the known five senses as science knew them, and it saw what its prey saw. It had been called across space and time before by summoning rituals, a barrier that its Malocchio had no difficulty in overcoming. It was, after all, an elder horror. A terrestrial one with a form that mortals could witness, but still an elder horror. If it so wished, it could grant its victims the sight of countless dead worlds scattered throughout the continuum, via the eyes of its many children who endlessly devoured each other and regenerated to create a single organism ecosystem that was self sustaining, an autocannibalistic amalgam interconnected by a psychic link as long and as old as time itself. Legion had nothing on this. A simple but pure power, indeed.

Eubeal would find that the creature wouldn't register even as a blank with his quantum sense. It was as if it had never been there to begin with. A form of touch may have been the medium through which he now sensed, but water pouring through the medium of a bottle isn't to be confused as milk. 

Eleanor would find that popping into the future would do little to alleviate the sight of the monster rushing towards her.

As for Satori, she couldn't have been more mistaken about the Magna Pater's style. It had the reflexes of the devil, but more so it had experience. It knew she could feel where it was. She had fallen into its trap just as much as Eubeal had. It didn't fight. It ambushed and killed.

As the monster got into Satori's striking range, limbs clawing and cartwheeling, a surprise would be launched from the indeterminate and random flailing. A sheet of thick mucous would shuck off its left paw at a velocity that was simply phantasmagoric, set to wallop her in the face from six feet away and with zero warning. It had excreted the slime just before the swing, which had been mixed in with the others. Trying to avoid it would be like a kid kneeling a few feet from a pitching machine and expecting to catch a tootsie roll.

When you hit water at high speed, it becomes like concrete. Such would an insignificant comparison though, for the nitrous strength of the throw would be more than enough to slam Satori's head back and send her feet pitching upwards. If she still swung, the swing would go high and the monster would have already dipped low to the ground again just before, wind from the explosively devastating hypersonic swing making the beast's back flab ripple like water in a pool. Her strikes were terrifyingly fast, but like how it had handled the light speed bullet, speed and power meant little without a strategy.

Were this to occur, it would be past her before she had recovered her footing (and dealt with her yucky slime face) and Eubeal could very well be dead before he had finished his sentence, the silent and black thing having moved to thrust its right middle claw straight through his left eye socket and deep into his brain. He hadn't been moving as he spoke, and for all he knew it was still taking on Satori.

The only way to kill a teleporter was to make sure they didn't see it coming. The Sleeper of the Clandestine knew this. It had slain its first teleporter nearly a thousand years ago.

It was all about the element of surprise. That was how Nergal had killed it, with technique and deception over sheer destructive force. But Nergal was not here, and if he were he'd not outsmart it a second time. Their friends would not help, and their gods would not help. No escape, no rest, no hope.[/i]