The party gets railroaded...literally.
A stone juggernaut rolls over the party, most of which are sleeping.
The eyeball-beholder gets squashed like grape (but later raised from the dead), before the dragonborn finally destroys the thing.
Then later in another room, some haunting melody comes from a bank of fog, dazing some and enthralling the beholder's cohort. The cohort mindlessly enters the fog.
The wild mage lobs a few fireballs into the fog. And then one of them turns into a living spell, which engulfs the cohort killing it.
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