Chapter 35: Fractured Fortress
The jaws of the dead man opened wide. Instantly, a long, twisted tentacle shot forward, striking Azrael square in the chest and hurling him dozens of feet through the air.
"Of all the things that could’ve gone wrong..." Azrael muttered coldly, resisting the urge to panic. His eyes narrowed with icy resolve as he activated [Inspect].
Name: [Unnamed]
Race: [Dreadmaw]
Danger Level: [Reaver]
Corruption Rank: [Twisted]
"Troublesome." The curse left his lips the instant his body slammed into the wall.
He was now trapped in a small room—with a Reaver monster.
Thrown aside like a ragdoll, the next to act was Champion Frederick. The strongest among them. If he fell, they were as good as dead.
A thin sword had already materialized in his hand. His sight was dead set on putting down the creature for good.
With a grunt, Azrael rose to his feet, eyes landing on the sealing device that had been put on the doors to ensure nothing came in.
The problem was, nothing could leave either.