The moment Mikhail dashed forward, the Hive Lord let out a thunderous gurgling roar that shook the entire basin.
Its cluster of tendril-mouths whipped toward him like living lashes.
Mikhail twisted his body mid-sprint, narrowly avoiding two of them while slashing upward with the engraved spear.
The sharp tip sliced deep into one tendril, spraying thick black ichor across the sand.
At the same time, he thrust the sword he had drawn in his other hand into the monster's side.
The blade sank in, but the Hive Lord's flesh was so dense and rubbery that it barely slowed the creature down.
"Meowtherfucker!!"
Methew darted around the monster's legs, repeatedly blasting lightning into its lower body.
Each strike left charred marks, but the Hive Lord only grew more enraged.
Behind Mikhail, the situation for the team quickly turned desperate.
The two smaller but much stronger headless parasites that had risen from the ground were now attacking the group with terrifying coordination.
