Enemies appeared suddenly after the team entered a corridor that led straight into the depths of darkness—and their numbers seemed endless.
A sharp whooshing sound came from beside him; a scimitar swung viciously towards his neck, but Lawrence reflexively leaned back just in time, grabbing the arm wielding the scimitar. Green flames instantly erupted from the edges of his palm, turning a monster, clad in a navy uniform with its head split vertically, to ashes. Before he could react, a series of gunshots rang out from across the way.
The shots were fired by a creeping monster that had suddenly crawled out of a drain—the creature had a human-like upper body, but its lower half was a writhing mass resembling deformed innards. It clutched a "rifle" seemingly cobbled together from bones and flesh, the muzzle of which—despite looking completely aberrant—spewed tongues of fire.
