The Titan's scream rattled the Maw, dust and bone splinters raining from the ceiling. Its regeneration redoubled, roots reknitting with grotesque speed, cores pulsing like diseased hearts. The floor buckled as more spawn clawed free of the chasm, wailing in voices not their own.
The dungeon itself seemed to breathe through them.
Rhys planted his boots wide, Verdant Scholar Sword humming in his grip.
"Bounce, Puddle—focus fire. We cut through its cores, no matter how many it throws at us!"
Bounce snarled, silver aura spiking like a storm. Puddle gave a sharp kuyuuu, halos brightening until the chamber gleamed with holy and abyssal fire at once.
The Titan lunged again—an arm of roots like a tidal wave.
Rhys charged head-on. [ Swift Cut ]—his body blurred green, slipping between tendrils. He twisted mid-dash, [ Vertical Slash ]—his blade carved down, splitting a root-arm in half, sap bursting like blood.
