Chapter 100: The Uneasy Waves
CLANG!
The heavy sound of rusted metal colliding with steel echoed through the freezing corridors of the Outer Trenches.
We had been grinding in Part 1 of the Magitech Catacombs for ten straight days.
The environment was absolutely unforgiving.
A good sailor must know how to ride on uneasy waves.
That was the thought repeating in my mind as I parried a humming energy blade.
The dungeon did not care about our previous victories.
The Blood-Forged Revenants adapted, swarmed in greater numbers, and pushed us to our absolute physical limits.
We were bruised, exhausted, and covered in black machine oil. But we were holding the line.
SKREEECH!
Three more cyborgs dropped from the glowing blue conduits above us.
Their dead white eyes locked onto Lysandra.
[Grik: Formation Delta! They are trying to isolate the flanks. Rolf, pull their aggression. Lysandra, take to the air and rain down strikes!]
