Born from the accumulated fatigue of Pool B players who refused to surrender their competitive edge despite mounting exhaustion from the nightmare epidemic. As intermediate players pushed through sleepless nights, their natural disc golf precision transformed into something more primal - a spectral claw that emerged whenever their bodies demanded rest but their minds demanded victory.

Manifests as a translucent, amber-colored talon that hovers near exhausted players' throwing hands, trembling with accumulated fatigue yet razor-sharp when it strikes. The talon grows more solid and defined as sleep deprivation increases, but becomes increasingly erratic in its movements. It emanates a faint purple mist that smells of coffee grounds and desperation, and makes a soft scratching sound against reality when players fight off microsleep episodes.

Serves as a harbinger of the exhaustion phase of the nightmare epidemic, particularly targeting intermediate players who believe they can overcome fatigue through sheer determination. It amplifies poor decision-making during crucial shots while simultaneously making players more susceptible to the nightmare owls' psychological attacks.