In the dimly lit smaller cavern, Johan, Ken, and Danny set up a makeshift camp, creating a strategic sanctuary amidst the damp walls and faint glow of the phosphorescent moss. The eerie atmosphere mirrored the unease in their hearts. 'Feels like we're huddled in the belly of the beast,' Johan thought, looking around at their surroundings.
Johan sat cross-legged, meticulously reviewing their combined abilities and skills. He knew that facing the monstrous adversary required a level of coordination they hadn't needed before. 'It's not just about brute force,' he reflected, 'we need to be smart about this.'
His mind drifted to their strengths and weaknesses, each one of them bringing something unique to the table. 'Ken's Ghoul powers are damn useful,' he acknowledged, 'and Danny's Titan-Shift can pack a punch. But what can I really do besides flaming kagune and hardening? Not exactly enough to take on that... thing.'
