"Pow! Pow!"
The pufflings shrieked in resistance, wings flapping wildly, but it didn't matter.
Not against Akhil.
He already knew their cute-face trick, and honestly, he was way past falling for it.
He didn't even give them the chance to transform into their real monstrous shapes.
He was already on them—slashing, cutting, tearing through the tiny fiends without hesitation.
Ruthless.
Efficient.
And he didn't stop, not even for a breath.
A few minutes later, the path was quiet again. A heap of dried, shriveled bodies marked where the pufflings once stood.
{You have absorbed various low-level essence}
{Blood essence: +300}
"This has been a mess," Akhil muttered, stepping over the pile as he moved forward.
Two tunnels opened ahead of him, both stretching deeper into the dungeon. He studied them for a moment.
'Which one should I take?'
An idea struck him. He shifted into heat vision and scanned the tunnels.
