Atlas watched as the Mistwalker nodded in gratitude before disappearing into the shadows with the smaller one in tow. Theo chirped softly, vanishing back into the Dungeon Realm. he pressed on until he emerged onto the next floor—a vast arena.
'Another Sub-Boss?' he pondered.
Atlas pressed forward, his boots echoing on the cold stone floor, when suddenly, the familiar hum of Chaos Mana surged to life, sealing off the arena around him. His instincts flared with unease. Something's wrong here, he thought, scanning the space warily.
Without warning, the gate on the opposite side groaned open, releasing a swarm of humanoid creatures. They were grotesque—gaunt, grey-skinned, with unnaturally elongated limbs.
'Another damn nightmare,' he thought.
Their movements were unsettling, jittery, and erratic as they scuttled forward on all fours. The sight of them sent a shiver down his spine; something about their unnatural, twitching motions made his skin crawl.
