While Scaly and Verdell continued their slaughter of the now leaderless undead army still occupied dealing with the attack from monsters, far from the frozen desert where they found themselves in a desolate wasteland filled with poisonous miasma, the group of adventurers who had entered the eighth floor of the swirling sands dungeon a step behind the two of them, found themselves locked in a confrontation with a pack of crocodilian monsters capable of spewing out a deadly poisonous mist that even powerful adventurers like them had to avoid.
