The stillness of Samera Marsh was shattered by the sound of rippling water.
June's grip on Infernal Spire tightened as her sharp eyes scanned the murky surroundings.
Arlon stood beside her, his sword resting on his shoulder, unfazed by the eerie atmosphere.
The Named Monsters here weren't among the strongest Keldars they had encountered, but the marsh itself seemed to breathe with unseen threats.
A low growl reverberated through the fog, followed by the shifting of massive limbs.
Then, from the depths of the marsh, the first of their foes emerged—a towering Keldar, humanoid but grotesquely deformed, its skin cracked like dried lava with molten energy pulsating beneath.
It carried a jagged halberd, its eyes burning with intelligence and malice.
"Zhul," Arlon muttered. "Level 150."
June smirked. "Perfect."
Arlon needed higher levels of Keldars to level up. So the higher the level, the better it was.
