*Murmurer, heh, heh... I know what you want. You want the knowledge in my brain, but you won't get it. You won't!* The Aboleth's voice came again. *Soon, someone will come for your life... I know your fates. I know everything, while you are nothing but a plaything of the gods.*
An instant later, Colin felt the pressure on his chest rapidly decrease.
The Aboleth retracted its tentacles. A few of them plunged into its own body through its spiracles, and more viscous green blood bubbled out.
Then, a tremendous downward force yanked on the hilt of his sword.
Colin had no choice but to grip the hilt tightly. The blade slid out of the Aboleth's body, and its massive corpse immediately began to sink into the depths.
The distant Kuo-toa froze when they saw what was happening. Then, the whole group turned and fled into the depths, abandoning the battlefield without a moment's hesitation.
'It should be over now.'
