Gwen's eyes widened as the vine speared through the hunter's armor and stomach, bursting out from his back in a spray of blood.
Her grip tightened on her sword—she was ready to slash the vine apart—but she was a second too late. The tip of the vine blossomed, unfurling into a grotesque crimson flower.
Splurt!
Thorn-like spikes erupted from the hunter's body, sending blood splattering in all directions.
"Shit! Everyone, retreat—outside!" the leader of Team 6 roared, snapping the others out of their daze.
Gwen gritted her teeth and spun on her heel, sprinting for the exit with the rest of her team close behind. There was no saving the impaled hunter now, and staying in such a confined space was suicide.
But escaping outside didn't guarantee safety.
"What the hell is that?!"
