[Enemy Recognized: "Titanic Maw" | Level 28]
"Damn, twenty-eight?!" Yeong-Un let out, seeing the same prompt for himself.
"T-twenty-eight?!" Sol said as well, though his was much more in shock and horror than Yeong-Un's intrigue.
It continued to let out a bellowing hiss, eyeing them with its crimson, beady eyes as its meaty paws clamped down on the steel flooring, looming over them.
"Looks like this is our target, though," he said, holding his daggers up as he composed himself.
"Yeah," Yeong-Un smirked with his sharp teeth, holding his twin broadswords up with spread arms, "Let's get our pay!"
While the two stood side-by-side, holding their weapons up, squaring off against the goliath of the sewers, Sol held a trembling smile, beginning to back away.
"Err, I, um…I'll make sure no enemies ambush us–!"
"Like hell ya' are!" Yeong-Un called out.
