The moment they sensed danger, the group instinctively took cover. Adrian and Seraphim readied their weapons in anticipation. Klaus crouched low, the Fang of Wrath already worn on his hands, while Briar and the Blackmane Stalker remained behind him, poised to react at a moment's notice.
A few seconds later, a group of monsters moved across the labyrinth.
Klaus counted all of them one by one. There was approximately five of them, but the problem itself wasn't just their overwhelming numbers.
'Tch. Just my rotten luck.'
The towering beasts were covered in thick, segmented black carapaces just like the Scavengers but were more bigger and more than that, much more terrifying. Crimson fissures ran along their armored bodies and instead of eyes, a cluster of bioluminescent slits flickered ominously across their angular heads.
