It lumbered slobberingly into sight and gropingly squeezed its gelatinous immensity into the tainted outside air. A mountain walked or stumbled. It had a hangover.

An unexpected number of readers have expressed concerns over the years about the ultimate fate of the princess.  I never worried about her; the Great Old One doesn't look like he wants to risk any more annoying screams.  Besides, the next bare-chested, Eldritch Horror-slaying hero is never far away in Bernard's world.

In my first draft sketch she got scared by the sight of the newly awake hungover Bernard and yelled for the monster to save her from him.

Fenix no. 5, 2004
Best of Fenix vol. 2
Fenix English Edition no. 1, 2013