After Martin entered the tower, the doors closed behind him.
He took one, then two steps forward.
Then, a sharp tremor rippled through the floor.
"So..." he muttered calmly.
"It seems they are going to attack directly."
He didn't move yet. His eyes, glowing with faint silver.
Within seconds, the shadows moved first just one, then many.
Four-legged, dog-like demons emerged from the dark, racing toward him.
Their skin was crusted over like cooled magma, and their mouths were like blooming flowers layers of red, sharp petals forming rings of serrated teeth.
He identified them instantly.
"Demonic Tower Wolf – Fire Duke First Floor."
"Atmosphere – Level 1."
They snarled in unison.
Martin began counting.
Ten, twenty, fifty… it was pointless to count further. He already had a number in mind.
" At the least thousand Demonic Tower Wolves, Each of them, at the level of Atmosphere..."
"That kind of force would destroy my home planet within hours."
