Run from the bat!

Sure you ventured into the deep dark, but that doesn't make you a warrior! You're an explorer, not a fighter, so you hightail it around the other side of the campfire, leaving one of your more sword-happy friends to take a whack at it. But when the bat dies, something strange happens to the catalyst...

The skulk spreads! And suddenly your camp is covered in the stuff, and it's lit with the eery blue glow of what you brought back from deepest, darkest depths!

THE END

...or is it?