User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160703043525

''The inky blackness is clearly unnatural, even Goldfin's powerful light doesn't reveal more than a few feet in front of her now. For a moment the beam reflects off the tendril, now much closer, before it flees back into the blackness infront of her.''

Useless shards of whatever the ship is made out of float past Goldfin, exiting the ship.