The group continued moving forward, the mist being exceedingly thick as the echoes of Albedo's gunfire faded slightly.
They had once again matched up against a group of beasts, this time the group faced a swarm of crocodile like corrupted abyssal death-machines that tried to eat them for an early lunch.
However, they had managed to efficiently take them down, ripples now radiating outward from the carcasses of the slain beasts, the deep stench of their blood and scorched corrupted bodies clung to the air heavily.
Zeus was at the forefront of the group now, his massive Battle Axe soaked in the blood of these beasts as his boots crunched against the slick obsidian stones, "You weren't kidding when you said it was wave one,"
He said, a grin tugging at his eyes as he stared at Lucian, winking and mouthing, 'You owe me money,' to which Lucian just turned and ignored him.
