Howling Dungeon's enemies were mutated animals. Of course, it was along the same vein as the monsters in the Howling Forest, but... creepier. There was something about the way dungeon darkness clung to them—something that made even familiar horrors feel wrong.
"That is...!"
Seeing the coming enemy, Kiki faltered.
The enemies were mutated rats. They were as large as Dobermans, crawling on all fours with a low, skittering gait that made the stone ground vibrate faintly underfoot.
Their fur pitch black, and covered with weird bubbly protrusions, like someone having large blisters all over their bodies—clusters of them, swollen and glistening, straining against the skin as if begging to burst. The faint, wet sound of them rubbing against each other with each movement was enough to make one's stomach turn.
Blisters that, if popped, released a rancid green liquid.
