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*NOW the thing shrieked. Its fleshy mouth had most of its nerve endings in it, for manipulating its food around so they slid into its stomach with least difficulty. To be attacked there made its every tentacle retract to try and protect itself, including those that held it anchored in the wall.
As it recoiled and fell away, it became clear the lake wasnt entirely a lake. It was a back up of water prevented form draining by the monster that blocked the tunnel. Now it had moved, it, the water, and the two men were dragged down the rest of the tunnel.

When they all came to land on the hard floor of another room, this one of steel, the squid thing was totally useless, coiled up much smaller than it had been in the tunnel, its many tentacles folded over itself to protect its eyes and wounded mouth as it floudered on the floor, so much flesh.

Set into the wall, a long long ladder of steel rungs headed upwards*

The tentacles released Iden, and he shot upwards, making all speed for the surface of the ice above. He never quite made it, as the water drained before he could.

At least, when they emerged into the giant steel swimming pool, Iden was no longer freaking out. The creature was no longer so threatening now.

The younger brother was kneeling on the ground, panting. His weight was split between the blade in his hands, still in the form of a short dirk, and his knees.

It took him a few moments to collect himself, before he could answer his brother.

Yeah...yeah, I'm good. ********>

With one final cough, to clear the last of the fluid from his lungs, Iden nodded and climbed to his feet. The daemonblade dissolved from his grip, and he straightened himself out.

I'm ready. Let's go.

He was back under control now. The hardened, cold expression had returned, as he began to reload the Mjolnir. Then, with a cold glare, he fired the grenade into the monstrous creature, just as a sense of finality. Another reload, leaving him with three remaining shots, and he was making for the ladder.

*the top turned out to be a heavy trapdoor leading into the Anon twin's lounge area.
Two thrones of ice, covered in furs, dominated the room, but it wasnt them that stole the attention. It was the statues.

Corbin. He was everywhere. From battle poses in his normal form, to an aggressive structure of his Midian form to a rather distubringly lurid and exoticly posed one of him in a state of almost total undress, Ice's obsession was evident EVERYWHERE one looked. Over his throne, a statue of Daegonna broke the monotany, the sculpture tame in comparrison to some of those of Corbin.

And every single one was alive. Eyes continued to stare out from behind the ice, eyes that showed someone was home, someone was knowing this living horror and couldnt even scream about it. THIS.. was the heart of the Anon empire, and not two rooms over, Ice lay sprawled with wild abandon on his back, a dep smile on his lips, his skin almost glowing as he enjoyed what was likely to be his FINAL dream and conquest*

Yeah, I totally agree with you...

*Azrael was a little weirded out to say the least but he motioned to a door*

Through there, and then into the bedroom. You got your 'transportation' sorted and ready?

I got us here, didn't I?

Now was perhaps the most dangerous part of the trip. As he pushed his way into the next chamber, seeking out the beast like he were Dr. Van Helsing himself.