Darien didn't understand the Warden's words, nor did he care to. His purpose alone was to slay the monster, not to exchange fatuous talk that reeked of arrogance and deceit.
Spinning his blade once, he resisted the oppressive aura imposed on him by the BOSS monster, feeling the dense air grind against his lungs.
"You think you've been slaying shadows, when in truth, every step and every strike has been feeding me. You are already mine."
As those words echoed, the Warden's figure rose from the massive throne, the ancient stone beneath creaking as if it too feared what was about to awaken.
His robes unraveled like smoke, shadows swelling like a stream, and the enormous sword at his feet began throbbing with life.
The subdungeon BOSS stood at least two meters tall, a constant haze of darkness clinging to him, making it impossible to tell where cloth ended and shadow began.
