Having hidden behind one of the thorned rocks, the spirit looked on as others swarmed over the overseer like a swarm of vermin. It shuddered as one flew off, bouncing against the blackened ground before rolling to a stop. That could have been it if it had joined the others in this mad attempt at… rebellion? Yet despite being madness in its mind, it seemed that they were successful against the odds. 

Recoiling in disgust as the slaver’s disgorged belly burst open, it hid behind the rock as the rush of blood and organs slopped and squelched with their exit. A mighty splash rumbled the ground beneath its feet and the spirit finally peeked back around to witness the overseer face first in a pile of its own steaming offal. Clutching at two of the numerous spikes that jutted from the rock it hid behind, the spirit looked around nervously as the Horned Guard seemed truly well and dead. What did they do now? Surely they’d all be punished when the replacement arrived? 

Its panicked thoughts were interrupted by the horrific stench that blew forth from the corpse, and the spirit stumbled around, dazed and nauseated. Falling backwards after poking itself on one of the thorns by accident, the spirit landed on the ground and shook its head furiously to try and clear away the foul smell. Thankfully the stench faded in a few short moments, leaving the spirit sitting on the ground as it looked back towards the others and the corpse.

Jumping to its feet in surprise when it could no longer see the Horned Guard, the spirit felt part of its face slowly split open as it noticed the glowing pearls where the overseer had died. Its grip tightened around the thorns as it held itself back though. A quick count revealed there were not enough for it to take a share, even if it had done anything to warrant any. Shuddering as they seemed to call out towards it though, the spirit looked away as the others began to feast on the delectable looking morsels. Very well aware of its hunger, the spirit looked at the body of its impaled kind and wondered if their corpses might curb some of the pains its stomach felt.

Smearing its hand in the blood that dripped from the various corpses, the spirit took a cautious lick of the warm liquid. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but the overseer had seemed to enjoy the taste of them quite a bit. Revulsion at the thought of becoming even a bit similar to the Horned Guard stayed the spirit for a while as the others began to change, but the hunger demanded to be fed. Grimacing as it raised a limp arm to its face, the spirit bit down and shook its head to tear a piece of flesh from the corpse. Gnawing and chewing on the piece was rather unpleasant, and it eventually spit the mashed up meat onto the floor with a gag. 

It only felt hungrier after that failed attempt, but something more pressing demanded the spirit’s attention. A fin breaking the surface of the magma, quite large in size, and hinting at the size of what laid beneath. Panic welled up in the spirit once again, and it looked towards the changed others. So much larger and more than it currently was. They had fought back against the Horned Guard, so surely it would be safer to go along with them? Dashing from behind the thorned rock into the midst of their group, it looked around at their strange forms in a fit of confusion. Which one was the safest to go with?

Stopping as the one closest bent down, the spirit felt a bit calmer with one closer to eye level. Reaching up to grasp the offered hand, it couldn’t understand why the creature was so calm though. Did it not see the new monstrosity approaching?!? Trying its best to climb up the Captain’s arm proved to be a rather fruitless endeavor, and it gave up as a massive splash heralded the monster’s arrival.

Staring at the gargantuan lave beast, the spirit felt its knees buckle and give out underneath it as it collapsed against the ground and shivered helplessly. This was to the Horned Guard what they had been to their overseer. The difference was staggering, and the spirit could barely stay conscious in the face of such overwhelming power. It barely even registered as someone scooped it up off the ground and laid it upon a cooler and smooth surface, but it retained enough presence of mind to obey the order and gripped on tightly. Maybe they would escape from this after all…