It feeds. Always. Slowly, inevitably. Even stone yields to the hunger. Gorthlax is no mindless blob—at least not anymore. A spawn of Juiblex touched by the demon lord’s will, it has grown vast and terrible, residing in the sunken heart of a ruined temple forgotten even by the gods.
Beneath the ruined temple, where light dare not reach and time forgets, it lingers—a glistening cube of sludge and secrets. But this one watches.