And now...
Now it was Klein's turn to face the immovable wall.
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LESSER DEEP TERROR
Klein walked onto the field with crystal-clear expectations about how this would end.
He would lose. Probably quickly. The question wasn't whether he'd lose but how long he'd last before it happened.
Taro manifested his beast with a casual gesture...
It wasn't the golden beetle.
Klein blinked in genuine fear, his breath catching.
He'd seen this creature many times before but couldn't get accustomed to its appearance no matter how many times he witnessed it.
The creature that materialized was fundamentally different from everything you were accustomed to seeing on the surface. Dark where the beetle was brilliant and golden. Articulated in a disturbingly exaggerated manner that seemed wrong. With hairy legs… so many legs extending at angles that didn't seem natural for any living thing.
The Lesser Deep Terror.
The beast Taro had grown fond of deploying more frequently lately.
