Suddenly, without warning, chaos erupted. A few nightmare carapaces suddenly lunged and began tearing their brethren apart.
Looking below, Klaus noticed one of the carapaces slamming its scythe shaped limbs into another, ripping through chitin like wet paper. Screeches echoed across the battlefield as black ichor splattered the ground, and more of the creatures joined the fray.
It was a bloody slaughter among monsters.
Grotesque. Vicious. A little terrifying, if Klaus was being honest, but everything was going according to plan.
The chaos was deafening. It was a cacophony of screeches, snapping limbs, and wet tearing sounds. Slowly, the nightmare carapaces fell, not to blades or bullets, but to each other.
Then, as if summoned by the noise, the towering monstrosity lurking deep within the churning cavern stirred.
