Chapter 110 - Dungeon - XVIII
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Aeloria was the last to approach the edge.
Her icy eyes slowly scanned the cavernous hall, and for the second time, the group found themselves spectators to a macabre spectacle.
No one spoke. There was no need for commentary anymore. The enemy before them was incomprehensible—an abyss given form and teeth, a putrid carapace, razor-sharp fangs, incongruous and deadly movements, and no reason—just the pure, savage instinct to destroy.
Six locusts emerged like shadows within the darkness.
Warriors with six arms, aligned, swift as lightning, precise as the blades of a ritual. The cutting energy of their weapons vibrated deep into the bones of the onlookers.
"Phew..." Seraphine exhaled, impressed.
No matter how many times she'd seen it, these locusts were lethally awe-inspiring.
And then came the sound.
"GRUUUUUUUUUUUMMMM..."
The crocodile emerged like a living mountain spat straight from hell. A tsunami of acid rose behind it, splattering the sludge across the cavern walls. The battle began without ceremony.