Decinque arrives from the mouth of a giant skull into a world so dim it's almost black. But he can still make out heaps of skulls, ridges of black sand, towers of bizarre glossy black stone carved into the shape of snakelike tentacles wrapped around each other ...
... and Molasar. He's over by the base of a tomb, half sunken into the soil like a sinking ship. From the tomb, another black thread pierces skyward, connected to a tiny object in the sky which looks like the Demonweb seen from above.
"You," Molasar declares, "I do not know. But you are among those who sent me to this place, further from the living than I should like. I have been here for some time, grave robber. Everyone here is dead. And there is no warm, living blood to drink ..."
Molasar throws back his cloak, which forms into huge batlike wings on his back.
"... except YOURS."
Molasar hunches over strangely, flexing his back muscles so that he can hurl himself into the air and come down on Decinque from above.
(Sylvia can actually see this, as though far away, through the Jewel in the Skull. So everyone could at least have a chance to be told what's going on with Decinque.)
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