[Music recommendation: Playing with Fire · Joni Amelia Fuller]
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As Reve sliced through wave after wave of writhing tentacles, he quickly realized how useless it was because they kept regenerating just as rapidly.
Left with no alternative, he shifted his focus to destroying the source.
His eyes flared blood-red as his canines elongated, black flames erupting along the length of his blade. With a sweeping slash through the air, he unleashed twin crescents of dark fire toward the abominations, cleaving two of them clean through the torso.
Thick black blood spilled across the ground as their upper halves slid apart.
Yet to Reve's surprise, even after being cut apart, the severed pieces crawled back toward each other and began fusing together again.
Reve's jaw clenched in disgust as he wondered what vile sorcery held these monstrosities together.
