With a guttural roar, the creature made the first move. One of its sinewy limbs shot forward with lightning speed, claws outstretched toward the party. Amara, the nimble rogue, rolled to the side just in time, narrowly avoiding the deadly strike.
As she came out of her roll, Amara hurled a dagger infused with poison at the creature. The blade embedded itself into the black mass, but the creature barely flinched, its gelatinous form absorbing the impact. The eyes nearest the wound turned a menacing red, glaring at Amara with intensified fury.
Thrain, the burly warrior, let out a battle cry and charged forward, his massive Warhammer raised high. He brought it down with all his might, aiming for one of the creature's limbs. The impact sent a shockwave through the chamber, but the creature's limb, though damaged, reformed almost instantly, the dark substance knitting itself back together.