(Mintaka)
The rain pours down like a million tiny hammers. A constant, drumming roar that drowns out everything but the thunder.
My hair is soaked, plastered to my neck and shoulders, and the cold water is just below my knees.
A cold, dark current tugs at me like it wants to pull me under.
Thunder rattles the sky again, so close the vibration hums in our bones. Amaia's words seem true, we are in a closed space. This is the only explanation.
Then we are attacked by a monstrous frog beetle hybrid. Amaia cuts down its tongue but another one joins hearing its rowdy call.
Those bulging eyes they possess and hard beetle shells. They make loud croaking sounds as the other one hops towards the first whose face drips dark gooey blood from where Amaia has cut him.
Blimey!" Let's get the bastard," Amaia shouts and we join in.
I warn."Watch out for any poison." Swinging my sword I launch myself forward.
