"I really don't see the point of mining what the dwarves have already mined!" Brock said as his new boss lead him down a dark tunnel with only torch light to accompany them. David was used to ignoring the complaints of hired help. "We do it because I say we do it! You want to get paid or not?!" As David turned to give Brock a scathing look, Brock saw it for the first time. Tendrils were creeping out of the darkness...they were the darkness. Before he could say anything the tendrils had moved up Davids shadow and grabbed his foot, strong and swift. Brock heard Davids screams and even saw him dragged against the tunnel floor a few feet until he was covered in darkness. The torch was left behind so Brock grabbed it and held it high. He saw as all the tendrils receded. A moment of relief swept over Brock, until he saw that the torch was running out of fuel, and the darkness was creeping in... Instinct: To devour all flesh

• Burn flesh with its dark touch
• Turn tendrils into various creatures
• Retreat from light quickly