The door to the medical room swung open, revealing not the Narwhal's shadowy corridor, but a void of utter, immeasurable darkness.
Immediately, everyone present began to tremble inexplicably, a terror rising from the depths of their souls.
CLANG! Charles instantly threw his anchor hook, driving it straight into the door. With a fierce jerk, he slammed the door hard against its frame.
But just as the door was about to close, it suddenly stopped and, with a faint creak, slowly opened again.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, a panicked Feierbahah rushed to Charles's side and helped him down from the operating table.
Black, asphalt-like matter seeped out from behind the door, flowing like a living liquid. Whatever it touched, it continuously devoured. The floor, the tables, and even the Doctor's jars and bottles were swiftly engulfed. Then, with a corrosive sizzle, they merged completely into the black mass.
