The Black Monolith has teeth. Deeper into its narrowing spire, the Reclaimers discover that some nightmares don’t stay in one dimension. Phase Spiders — grotesque creatures that slip between realities — begin hunting them from the spaces between spaces. One moment there is only mist. The next, mandibles are closing around your throat as you’re dragged into the void. Part Twelve – “Eight Legged Freaks” is now live. D’Can’Tr grows weaker by the hour. The tower grows hungrier.












