You charge forth, arriving in a flooded cavern akin to an underground lake. A rocky outcrop extends over it, and atop it, you finally catch sight of the rest of the cultists.
One of them is massive. Far more massive than any pony, or even any buffalo should be. A colossal mass of twisted muscle and toughened hide, with sharp ridges lining his spine and misshapen claws growing from his hooves.
Another seems freakishly elongated, as if he had been stretched out by the neck and limbs, his legs coiling into serpent tails and his neck twisting and looking around like the head of a dragon.
The third may once have been a pegasus, or perhaps more accurately a bat pony, but his great leathery wings are a cruel mockery of the noble guards of the night. Far more worryingly, he has another pair, though without its membrane, leaving nothing but spindly hands that desperately claw at the air on its back. His eyes are sharp and fiery, and tusks grow not only from the sides of his mouth, but his chin and the back of his head.
The fourth ill even resembles a pony. Perhaps it would be more fitting to call it some unholy cross between a diamond dog and a dragon. A boar-faced monster with a armored, leathery hide, mighty claws, long fangs and a strong, muscular tail.
The final one, possibly their leader, seems the most normal of the lot. If you ignore that another pony seems to grow from where his head should be, leaving his third pair of legs high in the air and his head at an odd angle. This last one is the one chanting, holding in its hooves the Heart of Darkness above the dark, churning waters.>>529079
Worryingly, you alone seem to be able to make sense of his chanting.…come to us, great gate-wyrm, come to us and lead us forth
Show yourself so we may stride through the dark and cold of the lightless abyss, to stand once more before Midnight's throne, and bring this tribute to your creator
Rise, rise, let us give our flesh to you, rise, rise…