The Hairy and the Phorexines

Nahiri had clearly not survived her fall. The spikes that had been breaking through the skin of her back and shoulders were more pronounced now, turning her outline into a grotesque parody of her own floating cloud of blades. Another figure followed her on a forest of whipped thin cabling using the root link formations of her lower body like tentacles as she settled by the other Phorexia inside. And I really think you did jinx us, Harless, because I really hate to say it, but next comes Nissa. We are one. All will be one. Why resist? Your friends are already here.