Brandon exhaled and the dagger in his grip felt comfortable now.
From the depths of the dungeon corridor, more Aberrants emerged... at least a dozen, maybe more.
Their grotesque bodies twisted and shifted unnaturally as they slithered forward.
"KRAAARRCKK" A feral screech tore through the air, and the pack of Aberrants charged.
Brandon's grip on his dagger tightened.
His body moved on instinct and he stepped forward to meet them head-on—
—but Naevora suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him back.
"No. Not like that." She smiled and tapped his chest with her finger.
"Use your ether."
Brandon blinked. "Huh?"
"Focus. You're not some regular dude with just a dagger. You have ether. Use it to enhance yourself."
She shoved him forward, and the first Aberrant leaped at him with a gurgling roar.
'Shit...'
Brandon dodged and the Aberrant's claws sliced through the air where his head had been a second ago.
