In the confused gazes of the two, Ron casually explained, while he had already started preparing the magic potion materials.
At that moment, an unexpected sound interrupted their plan.
"Squeak—"
It was a chilling scream, like the sound of nails scraping glass, yet carrying some sort of biological trait.
The three quickly turned around, only to see a group of twisted creatures crawling from the end of the corridor.
The creatures looked like mutated rats.
Their sizes were at least three times larger than normal rats.
Their skin was a sickly purple-gray, their backs were covered with spikes, and the ends of their tails split into three strands, each with sharp bone barbs.
What was most unsettling was their eyes—not two, but densely distributed across the front of their heads, resembling a mass of wriggling red flesh.
"Abyssal rats," Hayek said softly, "The energy leakage from the altar has already begun to affect the surrounding creatures."
