Chapter 59: Cleric and Cowards
The noise echoed through the dungeon like the clicking of a thousand mandibles scraping across stone.
"Chk-chk-chk-chk-chk-chk..."
Kaelen’s eyes narrowed. His <Third Eye> activated, scanning the waves of mana signatures rapidly converging toward them. His jaw tensed.
"They’re not stopping," he muttered.
"And.. eeeekkkk!!!." Kaelen screamed like a frightened girl.
"Damn it Kaelen," Neal muttered."Really?"
But there was no time to scold him.
From the darkness emerged the next wave: thousands of worms crawling all over the chamber followed by dozens—no, hundreds—of grotesque silver-rank creatures. Some towered over them, hulking beasts covered in chitinous armor.
Others moved like mist, shadows given form and bloodlust. Their levels danced between 240 and 310. Not quite Derek-tier—but for gold-rank awakeners, an impossible wall.
Alira vanished into the shadows.
Neal roared and lunged forward, his fists igniting with radiant flame as he clashed with a pack of serpentine hounds that spat molten bile.