He was a Lycanthrope Mage, a class bestowed to it by the dungeon system, a rare sight and one truly random.
It beat it two paws on the dark ground and large spikes grew from the ground from where he was, I couldn't see them however, I could only hear them.
I responded my sending my own barrage of attacks. Our attacks collided but like I expected, mine overpowered and outnumbered his making his effort vain.
My spikes caught up with them, this time they didn't miss and went through all of them turning them into skewers.
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" That's the last of them." I said and then let out a sigh.
I remained at my spot in expectance of the rupture but it still didn't appear which most likely meant that I hadn't cleared the floor of its monsters.
" Lord Hexarion sure is amazing." I said in awe over the design of this dungeon. Each floor seemed to be a different dimension with its own biome and species.
