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Your nostrils are filled with a dank and moldering odor; something rotten, like decaying meat. Then, the darkness beside you seems to spring to life and you’re hit by a blast of hot, rancid breath. A massive bulk surges toward you, its distended maw hanging open and ratty tentacles whipping at your head. You hear a wet, gurgling growl from somewhere deep within its chest.

Clear the Mutating Galgothrop with  while each Ranger’s  is on it to gain a greater understanding of it.