The doors slam open outward, and an unearthly howl that will haunt the dreams of all who heard it for years to come fills the air.
The water drains back into the sea, the fires snuff out, and the spawn begin filing in, not to attack, but to return to hidden chambers about the temple as formerly unseen doors open to contain them.
//Love, you did it! But you need to get the book back into that room, or it... and the spell, will be lost next time... hurry, and don't forget the words... the temple will begin to sink... if you don't hurry, you'll be drawn back to R'lyeh with him.//
Needless to say, that would be bad. As they file past, seeming not to see the heroes, the spawn and less describeable things all chant as one.
"Ilyaa'ilyaa Cthulhu'ftagn, ilyaa'ilyaa Cthulhu'ftagn."
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