You step into the flaring red light of the hatching den. For a moment, you are blinded by the lifting veil of darkness. Looking up, you guess that your eyes are still trying to adjust as you see a giant blot of black spread across the far wall.

A multitude of glowing red eyes flash brightly in the half-light, filled with deep loathing. Thirty-one voices hiss sibilantly, creating a ripple of sound around the cavern and cresting in a low purr. You swallow the knot in your throat as you realize the black blot is the largest, blackest Chaos hydra you've ever seen. Her twisting, sinuous necks glide around each other, moving with a hypnotic grace. Each head is aligned with the opposite, creating a ironically beautiful array of death.

"What do you want?" The central head growls. Her voice is deep, wrapping around your mind like a deadly fog.

"The- the Hopefuls." You gasp, unable to rip your dilated eyes away from her lethal beauty. The central head smiles wryly, revealing a glimpse of sharp, white teeth.

"Well, welcome then. Come, see those foolish enough to try to Join my children." Her laugh is deep and throaty, nothing like Toth's shrill scream. She motions with one, deadly black talon towards a side table. There rests a wrinkled sheet with a list of names, probably those hoping to Join a hydra hatchling, and not be eaten.

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