Chapter 226: Slimes
When the final head was sent flying and hit the blood-soaked ground with a dull thud, Adyr cast a last glance around the clearing. With a sharp motion, he swung his blade, letting the blood splatter from its edge, then slid it back into the sheath strapped to his back.
"Probably their last batch of minions," he said calmly.
While cutting through the mutants, he noticed a clear shift in the enemy’s movements. The presence controlling the cave was still acting against him, but its methods had changed. Earlier, every trap and obstruction had felt deliberate, restrained, almost methodical—like a hunter laying careful snares. Now, those attempts felt clumsy and rushed. The falling rocks struck without rhythm, the ground shifted chaotically, and the mutants were being thrown at him in waves without any real formation. It wasn’t trying to outmaneuver him anymore. It was panicking.
Whatever force was behind this had begun to act blindly, driven by desperation rather than control. It wasn’t a calculated defense now—it was the last, frantic resistance of something that knew it was running out of options.
Evangeline didn’t wait for an order. She swiftly took the lead again, activating her skill as she continued advancing through the tunnel, cautious yet efficient with every step.
Before long, the group came to an abrupt stop at what appeared to be a dead end.
"Did we take a wrong turn?" Victor asked, frowning at the solid wall ahead, seeing no opening they could follow.
Evangeline didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she approached the wall in silence, placing her hand against the cold, hard surface. After a brief pause, she spoke.
"No. This wall... it feels artificial. A fake barrier. I can sense movement behind it."
"Let me try to break it," Adyr said, stepping forward. After examining the wall for a moment, he pulled his right arm back and struck it with a solid punch.
The impact was powerful. Cracks split across the stone as a large chunk shattered and fell to the ground. But it wasn’t enough. Worse, the broken fragments moved almost instantly, pulling themselves back together, the wall repairing itself within seconds.
"This bastard’s got better regeneration than I do," Victor muttered bitterly, glancing at his still-useless arms, which were only now starting to heal.