Haku's eye only saw a blackness that was like a slick, shallow-edged pit, filled and splattered-over with crawling, oily, hissing magic. Yubaba's corruption writhed like a coil of snakes, eyeless and steaming, streaming from mouth and nose as the cringing, thrashing dragon-shape at it's midst struggled to rise from the clinging tendrils of muck. He coughed, then gave a strangled roar and was pulled back, claws scrabbling against the slick corruption.

No! No, not again!