"So, there are geniuses fighting them," Max thought, his eyes narrowing as he ran. "If they're going all out in this place, it can only mean one thing." His expression hardened as a faint smile crossed his face. "There must be Holy Nectar there."
That was the only reason anyone would willingly engage these creatures. Killing the Devouring Ants yielded no benefit otherwise. Their corpses vanished, and they left nothing behind to absorb. Only when Holy Nectar was nearby did it become worth risking one's life against them.
He increased his speed, the blue lightning around him intensifying. The sound of battle soon reached his ears—a distant, muffled clash of metal, the sharp hiss of energy attacks, and the deafening screeches of the ants. The scent of burnt chitin and blood mingled in the air.
Moments later, Max emerged from the tunnel into a large, open chamber. The scene before him was chaotic and fierce.
