Imagine being a non-flammable Morlock and stumbling into the Chamber of the Ten Terrors with Necrolai.
“We have trespassers here,” roared the giant in front of you, before he burst into- no, clothed himself in flames. “Who are you and what are you doing in our sacred chamber?”
Necrolai clasped her hands. “Are you one of the Ten Terrors?”
“What business do these insects have with us?” questioned another giant, from behind you two.
“You’re huge,” was all your awed self could say, without taking your eyes off the first Terror.
The Queen of the Vampires flittered up to introduce herself before being blown off course by yet another one. All ten seemed to be present.
“Leave now, while we’re feeling merciful.”
While your companion pleaded with his fellows, Magma—as he would tell you later—scrutinized your minuscule form, before lowering his palm. Seeing his immense heat had no ill effect on you, he hooked a finger. Just as you climbed into his grasp, Necrolai had convinced the other nine Terrors to travel to the surface.
“After we punish our enemies,” Magma mused, “maybe we can reward our new ally- allies.”