You clasp your hands above your head as your mind reaches out to one of the unknowable, eldritch entities of the Far Realm, begging that they strike down your enemies, seen or unseen. A nebula of energy surrounds you as light pours from your clasped hands, like the light of a small exploding star. Twenty-four motes of force form in this nebula and shoot outward, each mote hitting a creature of your choice within range, even if you cannot see them. Each mote deals 1d6+1 force damage to its target. The motes all strike simultaneously, and you can direct them to hit one creature or several.
After the spell is cast, make a DC 15 Intelligence saving throw. On a failure, your mind reels from the touch of whatever entity you called out to and you are incapacitated until the end of your next turn.* - (a preserved corpse of an illithid tadpole (or any other Far Realm creature))