"Nice haul," Damon muttered, licking the last drop of blood from his finger. Once again, there was another staircase, and they went deeper down into the next layer of the dungeon.
This time, no traps or tricks were waiting for them. It was just straight-up monster mash. Numerous scorpions with glistening black carapaces scuttled out from every crevice, their stingers twitching with unnatural speed.
Each one was the size of a large dog, but that wasn't the worst part—their bodies shimmered with a faint greenish purple glow, indicating their poisonous nature.
However, these things were no match for the blademaster. Kaelthorn was already in the middle of the swarm, cleaving through scorpions like a farmer harvesting wheat.
After the scorpions, the next were the wasps.
And then there were centipedes, ants, but with a twist of poison. All sorts of venomous creatures slithered one after the other as the three of them continued to go through several floors of the dungeon.
