THE OTHER DIMENSION REVEALED

In their unrelenting hunger for knowledge, the players consumed Ichor in quantities no living body was meant to endure. Over time, their flesh became alien, stretched, translucent, pulsating with veins of light. Bone and sinew twisted into unrecognizable forms, neither human nor divine. Their minds expanded beyond dimension, and with their new perception, the veil between realities thinned. Through the shimmering rift, they saw it: a colossal ship drifting through the void. Its metallic hull mimicked the grotesque anatomy of a human torso, its two skeletal legs dangling beneath, convulsing as if steering through some unseen current. Where a head should have been, a vast, lipless slit encircled the upper mass, a mouth that opened and closed in slow, deliberate rhythm, vomiting streams of Ichor and inhaling cosmic debris. Though none had ever laid eyes upon such an abomination, they knew its name, as if the knowledge had always been nested in their corrupted DNA: The Efildolg. Without resistance, their mutated forms drifted toward the gaping maw, drawn by an instinct older than thought. They were swallowed whole, pulled through a labyrinth of fleshy tubes that pulsed with liquid consciousness before being expelled into a chamber vast enough to hold a galaxy within its walls. Across the shifting floor stood a lone figure, arm outstretched, beckoning. As the players stepped forward, the ground beneath them began to dissolve, liquefying into Ichor that reflected their monstrous visages. Their thoughts began to fray, memories evaporating like static whispers. Then the presence came. A massive silhouette emerged from the Ichor, its fur glistening like liquid night. Balamb Wolf. The creature descended upon them, lapping greedily at the leaking essence of their minds. With each taste, it grew towering, radiant with stolen thought. In the final flickers of cognition, the players resisted. Their twisted forms pulsed with defiance, drawing upon every drop of corrupted power. As the chamber trembled, they faced the beast not as victims, but as gods born of the Ichor itself, ready to seize what remained of creation and claim the full potential of their monstrous rebirth.