"No!" she screams, twisting and thrashing against the ground as her minions swarm over her, tearing at her flesh with eager claws. Her cries of agony fill the air as they feast on her, their tiny mouths sucking and tugging at her skin until there's nothing left but a bloody mess where she once stood.

You gaze down upon the carnage with detached interest, watching as your command is carried out to the letter.

Her last breath rattles out of her broken body, and the air grows still once more. You reach down with a tendril of your cosmic form, plucking her soul from its mortal prison. With a thought, you bind it to an unbreakable chain, ensuring that she will suffer this torment for all eternity.

Finally, you turn away, satisfied with your work. As you walk back toward the swamp, you can't help but wonder what other mischief your newfound power might allow you to create...