The roars and snarls of the Wyverns echoed from the depths of their throats outside the rift... they had annihilated the swarm of bats. But the bigger problem was that the dungeon was now about to defend itself.
In a fraction of a second, from the depths of the "Lord's Intestines," the monsters surged, erupting in a lightning-fast rage to repel the Wyverns. The team stood directly in the path of one of the deadly black bat swarms. Each bat was the size of a full-grown cat, and dozens of them were pouring out of the tunnel ahead.
"Put me down... Put me down, quickly!"
Startled by Old Max's urgent voice, Sam dropped to the ground, letting the old man leap off. Max immediately swung his lethal blade, slicing through the oncoming bats with surgical precision.
The rest of the team stood frozen, still dazed by the dungeon's hallucinations... it had been leading them into a trap.
