With the Fire Demon reduced to ash, the six of them didn't waste a second celebrating. They pushed deeper into the beating heart of this dungeon.
Corruption pressed heavier against their skin, and slowly, sound began to fade.
Footsteps became muffled thuds; clanking armor became dull vibrations.
It felt like they were walking underwater, submerged in a dark, pressurized ocean.
That was when Ignotus's voice cut through the silence, cracking from the Whispering Snail Lykos was still holding.
"Prepare your strongest attack!"
The signal was garbled and loud.
Was that through the snail? Or did he just scream so loud it broke laws?
Anyhow, the cohort didn't ask questions. They did exactly what they were told.
They burst into the final cavern, their Divinity flaring and their weapons raised.
And then they saw him.
Ignotus stood in the center of the chamber.
He looked like he'd been through a meat grinder.
