Chapter 290: The Raid Boss
The silence in the Heart-Root Chamber shattered like glass.
The Root Golem, which we had assumed was a corpse, didn't just stand up. It reconstructed itself with a violence that defied biology. The black ichor on the floor hissed, flowing backward into the shattered timber of its legs, knitting the wood together with sickening, wet squelch sounds.
Ren, who had been gloating over his prize, realized the shift in atmospheric pressure a fraction of a second too late.
"THIEVES..."
The voice wasn't just sound; it was a physical shockwave. The face of Elandra on the Golem's chest unhinged its jaw, revealing a swirling vortex of purple Abyssal energy where a throat should have been.
A massive arm, now elongated and spiked with jagged obsidian crystals, swept across the chamber floor.
"Ren, dodge!" I shouted.
