Churl
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Ickol ReactionalCelestial Speck Churl
Hole was terribly confused, or at least, the closest thing to confused as something like Hole could be. What little mind he had was already being essentially being scrambled by the intervention of a certain goddess, and now it was having to deal with even more things invading it's head as the Door was being crushed. Things like strange mental images and the feeling of something grasping it's neck.
Hole was currently overwhelmed by all this, and continued to float in a circle. But that didn't mean the world was safe. All around Ocaeril, the dead began to rise. Contaminated by the vile rain that was pouring down earlier, the dead clawed their way out of the earth and began to shamble around in search of living brains to devour.
The goddess considered for a moment, was this really worth getting involved with? It kind of seemed like a drag, to be honest. Meh, might as well.
She enchanted the undead, to their senses their fellow monsters were the prey they sought, and they turned on each other, imagining the rotten flesh and ash in their mouths was the taste they craved. She got a laugh out of that.