The air itself carried the stench of death. Dark cracks split across the horizon, and from them poured monstrous silhouettes, their twisted forms blotting out the stars. A tide of Hollows surged forth like an endless flood, drowning everything in their path.
"Damn it… We arrived in another hell," Felix spat, gripping his weapon tight.
Ryuzen's golden slit eyes gleamed sharply. The faint pressure of his draconic aura surged, pressing against the overwhelming malice that filled the air. "Stay sharp. The dungeon may have been Hell Mode, but this… this is the real battlefield."
Venus raised her fist, her expression grim. "Then the question is… do we run, or do we fight?"
The choice weighed heavy. The Hollow Wave had begun, and survival itself was no longer guaranteed.
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