The nest was divided into ten rows. On Arin's command, in each row entered 4 ghouls, and they started a massacre.
Arin entered at the bottommost layer, alone.
Surprisingly, all of the inhabitants in that layer seemed to be still sleeping, without any iota of a hint of what just happened outside just a few moments ago.
Arin felt it was a bit off. Something about the Xib'al'kah he had faced till now was not sitting well with him. The whole operation appeared to be going too smoothly to be true. Something inside Arin was constantly telling him it might be a trap.
'Trap'—just this simple word was enough for Arin's heart to skip a beat.
Arin had decided not to waste his mana and thus resorted to stabbing all the wasps in their sleep in that layer. It was a very simple task for him.
