The demonized mage nickname Subject #009 gasped — pain flooded her nerves — but instead of retreating, she grabbed the serpent tail with one hand and yanked it forward. Her claws slashed with ruthless precision, gouging its eyes before stabbing directly into its brain.
The floor was painted in gore.
Breathing heavily, she fell to one knee. The wound on her side throbbed, green venom oozing, but her body began reacting instantly. The monster DNA inside her recognized the threat. Black feathers covered the wound like a cocoon, sealing it as her flesh began regenerating. Her scream echoed through the dungeon — a mixture of pain and transformation.
More enemies approached.
From the ceiling crawled arachnid horrors, each the size of a bear, with humanoid faces twisted in eternal agony. These were failed fusions, remnants of old experiments — their screams were maddening.
