The sky above was torn and painted in swirls of sickly reds and muted purples that bled together.
The land stretched endlessly with jagged stone ridges thrusting upward and the sand swirling between them like restless serpents.
Looking around, he followed Naevora into the dungeon with his twin daggers in his hand.
*SHRIEK*
The air warped and the sand blew away in waves.
A massive figure emerged from the shifting haze with four elongated arms and its head was crowned with twisted horns.
Its single glowing eye snapped open, looking at Brandon.
Naevora's lips curved slightly "Perfect for you, a powerful A rank..."
Brandon's ether flared, coating his body, sharpening his senses and body.
He twirled the dagger in his hand and lowered his stance.
The Aberrant didn't hesitate and it lunged forward, shattering the ground beneath its weight.
Brandon dashed forward and arched his dagger to attack.
*CLANK*
Sparks erupted as steel scraped against the monster's tough skin.
