Krynn's Vanguard found themselves outside the center of a Mind Flayer colony staring at what looked like the flesh wall of some sort of organ. As they apporached, the wall tore away from itself with a sickening ripping that could chill to the bone.
Entering the room, the air filled with a musty, vinegar smell that reeked of sterilization. Crawling out from the shadows was an abomination of a dragon, now a pale purple-grey color, dripping from itself with the same brine puddles that were strewn about the room. The wings drug along the ground with holes not torn, or bunt, but more melted in them. Atop the dragon's back was the cause of this monstrosity. An elder brain, it's tentacles dug into the dragon's skull, now controlling it rather than meshing together. Without so much as a roar, it attacked.
The fight was arduous and long, Armantaro fell twice subcumming to his injuries but was quickly revived by his party members. Eventually, the dragon fell, and the party rested. Taking the time they needed.