[h3]Eastern Central Yharnam[/h3]
“A trip to the Old Labyrinth is always fun,” Gerlinde agreed, “but I think we have much more likely ways to discover the secrets of ascension. We don't need the wisdom of a Great One that has always been and probably will always be, we need one that used to be human, and one that has the faculties to tell us how they did it. If Ego really is the –”
But at this point Gerlinde's sentence abruptly trailed off, her eyes straying from the moon above to look at something lower to the ground right next to them. Farren and Torquil would be unable to see anything there at all and would only get an abstract sense of being watched, but for the first time Ophelia would see what had once been described to her: a long, smooth, slender tentacle with a pure golden hide that gleamed in the moonlight with a metallic sheen. The eldritch appendage appeared to just burst straight out of the ground – not unlike how the Messengers traversed the world – and towered a good three meters tall, looming over them. Its tip was a weird bulbous growth of some manner that seemed oddly... drippy, almost, as if its golden exterior was melting, and from within that semi-liquid bulb shone a bright light that swept over the group like a searchlight.
The entire thing lasted barely two seconds; the thing emerged from the ground, illuminated them with its radiant beam, and then retracted back into the ground as unceremoniously as it had arrived, leaving no trace of its passage.

“Right,” Gerlinde sighed. “So maybe not him.”