Chapter 207: B2: C107: Grimrock Horror 1
“Quarter Percent Power Unsealed. Tiny Darkness,” Zarian chanted, his hands signing the last part.
Bianca’s invisibility cloaking dropped away from him. Hannah’s runic sound devices played heavy battle music on full blast from behind him.
The Madness Wizard and his Parasite Cloak +3 seemed to stand on their own at the entrance of the battle atrium. The hell orcs knew where to go to find him, and Zarian preferred it that way.
The cavernous room had giant red-orange veins streaking and pulsating over every surface. A hellish haze clouded the floor where old skeletons, broken weapons, and blackened gore littered the place.
Somewhere across the large chamber, one special orc was beating hard on an enchanted drum that buffed every hell orc in the arena. The drumming was consistent, furious, and in tune with the wrathful ambiance of the Grimrock Hell Gate.
At this point, Zarian and his friends felt as wrathful as the hell orcs.
Two weeks had gone by with them crawling deeper into the Grimrock Hell Gate, which tightened the coordination and unification of Zarian and his friends’ many abilities.
Their techniques had improved. Their killer instincts had sharpened. Their enemies had fallen dead far faster. And more importantly, Zarian and Para had new tricks as they faced another arena filled with roaring and angry hell orcs.
Zarian gave the hell orcs something else to get crazy about. He let Para slice miniature scythes into his arms and spill his blood.