A black-robed hierophant appeared, waving a large silver trishul wand adorned with three sculpted skulls. He performed a ritual dance as the dancers first froze, then intertwined their seemingly boneless bodies, forming one huge lotus bud that, in a sheer, beautifully impossible movement, unfolded its myriad of petals shaped with their limbs.
From its core, a lithe, black, and comely Kali emerged naked, aglow with wild fierceness. She stretched her arms above her head, and as she did so, she grew to a gigantic size, towering like a huge idol over everyone else.
The Hierophant fell face down, and she trampled him savagely. Flourishing a large scimitar, she severed his head, and facing Tannhäuser, she smiled, hideously displaying great, shining teeth.
Then, with one fell swoop, she severed her own head, which she held aloft in one hand while her ink-black blood gushed forth in fantastic, symmetrical jets.
Tannhäuser was almost frozen with terror and yet found himself incapable of averting his eyes from the abominable spectacle.