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Ottar’s Fortress of Reason certainly raised doubts, but not to this extent... on the other hand, anything is possible in this damned world. Even incredibly realistic mental tentacle intrusions.
“It would actually be more beneficial for us if it were a monster,” Ottar objected. “If it’s a mage capable of sending visions indistinguishable from reality and simultaneously draining half the blood from a human body, then we’re really in trouble. We can still do something about a monster. As for the children... there are two theories. First: they simply died, or their blood is not suitable. Second: the monster’s mental powers are based on the sexual preferences of its victims... whether it’s a carpenter’s apprentice from the village or the object of its romantic desires... I saw through the deception and deliberately fell into the trap, but who knows... maybe the monster treats everyone this way. With men, with women... But I assure you: I felt the consequences of the blood being sucked out by the tentacles quite physically. A disgusting feeling.
This creature doesn’t go into the city... I wouldn’t want to find myself in the village again. And if I have to, then only with Gas! Let the master show how to fend off the tentacles! He still doubts his words, damn it!