The cavernous tunnel echoed with the snarling shrieks of Chamiras as Ethan and Daniel dove into the chaos.
The air was a choking blend of decay and bile, thick with the rot of ancient fungi and acidic amoeba lining the walls.
Every step was treacherous—slick with slimy green bacteria that squelched beneath their boots. The shadows curled around them like predators, making it hard to distinguish enemy from illusion.
Ethan tightened his grip on Warlord's Fang, its jagged black blade humming with dark energy.
Daniel's new axe, a heavy twin-headed weapon with crimson edges—"Breaker Fang," he had named it—gleamed even in the corrupted dark.
"Keep your back to mine!" Ethan barked, his voice sharp over the screeches.
"Already there, boss man!" Daniel shouted, slamming his axe through a lunging Chamira. The beast—a twisted fusion of scaled limbs and bone-twisting joints—howled as it fell, leaking a viscous purple fluid.
