The expedition descended into the cavern, where Hollingsworth waited, shaking with anticipation. A green glow emanated from the wall around a cylindrical object, what Hollingsworth believed to be an ancient alien power cell.
Little did they know of his true nature, as he stood in the luminous cave, a gleam of youth replacing his withered visage.
“This is it.” Hollingsworth wrung his hands. “Power for the occulus demonicus. With it I shall peer beyond the stars into the abyss.”
“Aren’t you afraid of what might be out there watching, waiting, looking back?” An other said.
“No.” Hollingsworth drew a revolver.