171 Eyes (2)

Lars' face went taut with terror as he turned to face the altar and the abomination and quickly ran backwards instead.

As he backpedaled, he released a breath of relief as he saw that he was now finally moving away from the cursed altar and the creature. He felt giddy and disoriented, unable to make sense of what was going on.

He had the thought that he could just easily blast away the entire place to smithereens - ceiling, eyes, altar, creature and all - but a niggling sense inside him seemed to scream not to do so. A sinking sense that he could not seem to shake, that said that the moment he did so, he would be doomed...

Lars was relieved as he saw that the monstrosity did not give chase; it merely crouched on all fours and postured aggressively - upside down, yet it's hair unnaturally hung upwards, as if though sucked into the air by anti-gravity or... Something worse.