Lloyd dashes as quickly as he can, closing the distance on the trail of lights as Neith’s dragged away. If she reaches the gaping mouth -
Without giving himself time to think, he dives in after her.
The water is brown and silty, roiling with wriggling strands of illuminated plants. He grabs her wrist and digs his heels in, bracing. More and more pondweed ignites, converging on them. A line of bubbles escapes from Neith's mouth. She's already drowning. Lloyd jams his forearm against her mouth, plunging her fangs into his flesh.
Neith convulses, her eyes flashing back to awareness. She kicks free, twisting against the weeds, pulling them both back to the surface. Lloyd spits out what feels like half the swamp, gasping.
"S-sorry, I didn’t know what else t -"
Neith wheezes, laughing incredulously. "Lolly, it’s - "
A dozen tendrils burst from the water, blazing with light. They wrap around Lloyd's limbs, his neck, his waist, dragging him into the air. He tries to scream, but all he can manage is a choked garble.
Jenny Greenteeth is awake.
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Excerpt from Imago Ch29: Into the Dark
Recovery kinda tumbled backwards for a bit, but I think we're back on track. Only two Imago Illustrations to go!