Just like before, the door behind Agra had completed vanished, leaving Agra with no room to back away. It was more like this place was designed for a person to face whatever was coming with no room of turning back.
Agra found himself standing in a corridor, surrounded by concrete wall from both three sides; left, right and back. The only way out of this place was to walk forward, something that Agra hesitated for a moment, especially after hearing some growls coming far a head.
What could he really do? He wanted power but he certainly never expected that it would come with such a struggle.
He took a heavy gulp as he slowly started advancing forward with his eyes scanning his surroundings. He noticed some claw marks allover the wall and dried blood staining the them, which in turn made Agra to realized that he wasn't the first one to walk down this path.
He hoped that whoever was here first found a way out, as if they did, it meant that he also had a chance to walk out of here alive, no matter how slime the chance might be.
The corridor was relatively long, about fifteen meters, and Agra couldn't take a second step without coming across a claw mark decorating the wall.
There were also some marks that seemed to have been made using a sharp edged object, maybe a sword or a dagger, and some of them seemed to have been made using a blunt object, maybe something like a hammer.
This made Agra to realize that not just a single person has walked this path, it was a couple, that gave him at least some little hope to walk through, especially after not seeing some humanoid skeletons laying around, indicating that those who came before him made it through.
A dog's like skeletons decorating the floor was a clear indication of this.
Soon, Agra came to an opening only to come face to face with a pack of wolves that seemed to have been there for the single purpose of waiting for him.
Their eyes burned, not just with predatory instinct, but with something deeper, something ancient that crippled Agra's soul for a split second.
Their pupils, thin slits in orbs of molten gold and eerie silver, flickered as if reflecting a hidden fire. Shadows clung to their forms, shifting unnaturally, stretching against the stone floor in ways that defied light itself.
The largest among them stood at the forefront, taller than any normal beast should be, its coat a writhing tapestry of darkness that drank in the dim glow from above, and as it exhaled, the air trembled.
A whisper of wind snaked through the corridor, carrying something, something Agra could feel more than hear. A voice, distant, murmuring in a language older than time.
The wolves did not move, but their presence thickened, pressing against Agra's ribs like an unseen weight. Then, the smallest of them, lithe, spectral, its fur a strange fusion of mist and solid form,tilted its head, assessing him with an intelligence that felt unsettlingly human.
Agra's natural instinct was to backpedal, to scramble away from the wolves' suffocating presence, but as he pressed his feet against the cold stone beneath him, something cracked. A brittle, dry snap echoed in the chamber as he had stepped on a wolf skull.
The sound fractured the air, splitting the tension like an omen whispered in the dark. The wolves reacted instantly, their bodies stiffening, then shifting forward as one. Their movements were too smooth, too synchronized, as though guided by something far greater than their own instincts. An eerie energy seeped into the space, thick and heavy, curling around them in unseen threads. Their eyes,now burning like molten silver, glowed brighter, clouded with something far beyond mere animal rage, Vengeance.
Then, they all stoped in synchrony, with the two of the pack of seven certainly advancing forward, as if selected to represent the pack.
Agra barely had time to react before one of the wolves lunged forward. It's body moving with terrifying speed, a blur of fur and muscle, claws outstretched, jaws snapping toward his throat.
Instinct took hold. Agra rolled to the side, his hands scrambling against the scattered bones, grasping for anything solid.
His fingers closed around a jagged fragment, a wolf's femur, sharp at the edges from time of decay. He barely lifted it in time as the first wolf crashed into him, its weight slamming into his ribs, knocking the breath from his lungs.
[-1 HP]
[HP:9/10]
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Agra fell, the bone slipping from his grip for a moment, skittering across the stone.
Snarling, the beast pressed its claws into his chest, its teeth inches from his face. The stench of raw earth and old blood clung to its breath. Agra twisted, his hands searching wildly until he grasped another piece, a broken rib bone, splintered at the tip.
With sheer desperation, he drove it upward.
The jagged end pierced through the wolf's throat, sinking deep, forcing a wet gurgle to escape the beast's maw.
The wolf convulsed, its eyes flashing with something both primal and almost… knowing. Then, it stilled, collapsing lifelessly onto Agra.
[A Level 1 Dungeon Wolf has been slayed]
[10 exp granted]
[Exp: 10|50]
He barely had a second to push the body off before the second wolf was upon him.
It struck harder, knocking him backward, its claws raking across his arm, sending pain slicing through his nerves.
[-3 HP]
[HP: 6/10]
Agra stumbled, nearly slipping on scattered bones, his vision swimming. The wolf snarled, teeth bared in something more than hunger, it was anger, vengeance, an ancient fury buried in its very being.
With a last surge of strength, Agra grabbed the femur he had lost earlier. He swung, blindly, wildly, connecting with the side of the wolf's head. It yelped but recovered quickly, circling, preparing to strike again.
The rest of the pack remained eerily still, watching with unnerving patience, waiting for the outcome, as if deciding whether Agra was worthy of survival.
Agra's heartbeat pounded in his ears. He knew he had only moments before the others would descend upon him.
He steadied himself, gripping the femur with both hands. As the wolf lunged for the final attack, Agra turned the weapon sideways, forcing it into the beast's open maw. The jagged bone lodged between its fangs, wedging itself deep into the soft roof of its mouth. The wolf thrashed violently, gagging, blood spilling between its teeth. Agra pushed harder, twisting, severing something vital.
The wolf gave one final shudder, its body jerking before crumpling at his feet.
[A Level 1 Dungeon Wolf has been slayed]
[10 exp granted]
[Exp: 20|50]
Agra stood over the fallen beasts, panting, his hands slick with sweat and blood. But before he had a moment to steady his breathings, three more wolves stepped forward, circling around as two more stood sideways of what seemed to be the leader of the pack.