Alex stood at the entrance of another berserk dungeon, his heterocromia eyes gleaming in the dim glow of the ominous cave ahead.
This dungeon was known as "The Black Maw," an infamous abyss where countless adventurers and mercenaries had perished, their souls forever trapped in its depths.
A perfect place to harvest more shadows.
The air was thick with malice, the very walls of the cavern pulsing as if alive. The energy here was far more dense than the previous dungeon, meaning the creatures inside would be stronger—far stronger.
Alex smirked.
Good.
With a wave of his hand, Alex summoned his shadow army from the abyss.
The Abyssal Titan emerged first, its glowing red eyes staring lifelessly ahead, its colossal form radiating raw strength.
Then came the Nightmare Chimera, its three monstrous heads releasing low growls that reverberated through the dungeon walls.
