The moment Freya and Luna's master teleported into the new dungeon, they were engulfed by darkness.
A suffocating pressure filled the air, thick with malice and corruption. The walls of the cavern seemed alive, shifting and pulsing like the insides of a great beast. The stench of blood and decay was overwhelming.
And then—
A horde of monsters descended upon them.
Shrieks!
Screeches!
Roars!
A wave of grotesque creatures surged forward, numbering in the thousands.
Mutated beasts with too many eyes, monstrous centipedes the size of buildings, undead giants wielding rusted weapons, and winged abominations dripping with acidic bile.
This was no ordinary dungeon.
This was a lair of nightmares.
A breeding ground for unholy monstrosities.
The creatures, drawn by the arrival of fresh prey, swarmed from every direction.
"Tch. So much filth," he grumbled, cracking his neck. "Fine, I'll cleanse it."
