Lucien had gathered dungeon cores two more times from the twisted towers.
But none of those raids were as easy as the first.
One tower in particular nearly broke them.
The rifts had begun vomiting monsters in waves and they had to hold the line while Elk threaded reality back together. If she faltered even for a breath, the tide would have overwhelmed them.
Fortunately, her speed was unmatched. The Void Thread sang in her hands and the seams of space obeyed her command.
Still, the danger was real. One slip of her concentration or if one cut was too shallow... then the rift might have widened beyond control.
The other tower was worse. Far worse.
A colossal figure had begun to push itself through. Its limbs were the size of city walls. Its very presence warped the chamber with pressure that bent knees and slowed breath.
For a heartbeat, Elk nearly fell into its grasp.
