Scylla looks at you from across the crowd. She squeezes her victims in the clutches of her tentacles "You! You look most appetizing! You will suffer! As will all the sons of Hera!" She glides as her tentacles crawl and slither most horrifically. A cloud of smoke fumes in her wake "I will keep your lifesource for centuries in a neverending nightmare!".
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