'Aura… please run stats,' Ambrose's mental voice managed to stay calm even though his body shivered.
He inched back a few steps, feeling the shed caving in on him as the beast prowled in slowly. Its eyes gleamed with a predatory light, scouring the place before locking on him.
[Running dungeon beast analysis…]
[Classification: A-Rank amphibious monster.]
[Main abilities: Water manipulation, claw attacks—]
'For Christ's sake, do I have any chances of surviving?' Even asking that felt dumb.
Still, Aura answered. [Odds of Host surviving: 1/1000.]
One out of a thousand?!
Ambrose's heart pounded, his grip subconsciously tightening around the stealth Potion bottle. Maybe he should take it now. But then what use would it be when the creature could already see him?
This wasn't supposed to happen. Not one bit!
'And I don't have any weapons.' he recalled, lips quivering with something similar to a smile. But not quite.
Just then, he remembered something.
His D-Rank fire ability!
