A swarm of insects descends upon you, blocking any escape. One of them darts forward with almost mechanical efficiency, burying a proboscis in your torso. Sharp pain spasms through your body, followed by numbness. The milky white insect retracts a black proboscis dripping blue fluid as your vision begins to swim. Passing out is a mercy.
You come to hours later, covered in salt, in a dry chamber underground. Head pounding, you stagger out of the warrens into the arid heath. The wound in your side oozes a filmy blue poison, but it doesn't seem to be fatal...