[ How should he not know? Though, to be fair, G'raha had been asking with little expectation of an answer, even from Emet-Selch and his potential connections to otherworldly abominations. G'raha doesn't push the matter, at least.

The truth is whatever is acting out there, it is doing a great job at keeping itself concealed. Whether it is on purpose, simply a by-product of its existence, or pure luck is hard to tell. But it is definitely wrong in ways that his very bones can recognize. The hair on the back of his neck stand on end, his tail growing fuller than he would admit. ]

For now...

[ He isn't convinced. What if it had seen them? Does it have those sorts of instincts, or is it just responding to the loudest stimuli? ]

That attack, it feels like a beam of pure, highly condensed aether. [ No wonder the air feels electric and thick despite the musty interior of the old house. ] Could it be responsible for what happened to this town?