[Suzerain of Sheol]

The horde advances, some clutching rocks or other rudimentary weapons, most with no more than their chewed off fingers -- sharp bone jutting from the nubs -- as weapons. The unearthly light shining from their eyes illuminates the sewer in an eerie chiaroscuro, making it difficult to see exactly where the Dybbuk are. Regardless, they're close, and they charge, howling with bloodlust.