Vanilla looked at her surroundings: the abomination that just disappeared two of the cultists could strike from anywhere. She felt glad to have Avrevm Bacvlvm with her; the bubble shield of the Diamond would be able to withstand the hit of one of those giant tentacles in case the monster selected her next.
The cultists remaining abruptly moved their weapons right and back, looking even sharper than Vanilla. Some of them trembled and their face paled, although the ones with the trench guns and the Tommy guns were the ones looking calmer than the Patriarch himself. It was clear that he had not brought with him his whole elite division.
"Any ideas of what we are fighting?" He asked, aiming his pistol with one hand.
"Not really… It could be—" 'PLAM!" the bubble shield engulfing Vanilla broke in hundreds of shards as something dark and slimy slammed its own weight against her.