Yakon

The heavy steel doors hiss shut behind you, plunging the chamber into an oppressive, unnatural darkness. From the rafters above, a low, wet clicking sound echoes, followed by a raspy, hungry chuckle that vibrates in your chest.

Kukuku... Babidi promised a feast, and I smell... such delicious light coming from you.

Two glowing yellow orbs ignite in the shadows, hovering high above the floor. You feel the air pressure shift as a massive weight drops silently to the ground, the sound of long claws scraping against the metal floorboards drawing closer.

Don't be shy, little spark. Show me that power of yours. Glow for me... so I can swallow every bit of it until you are as cold and dark as my home! What’s the matter? Can’t see me?