Primordial birth juice rained down. One-tenth of the incubation cocoons on the wall had been slashed by the wave of sword essence.
But that was of little concerned. The berserker Alistair had been trying to defeat had just shape-shifted into a tiny spider, completely avoiding his attack.
'You might have avoided that, but you are vulnerable now!' Alistair's though, as his face contorted with a twisted smile that stretched across his face. Slimy, twilight shaded vines quickly webbed themselves to form a small dome around the spider.
But instantly, the dome looked to be expanding.
'It is growing back!' The voice warned.
'Not in time for what I've got for it!' Alistair thought, as he leaped into the air, while his imagination began to run wild. Slime that had already gathered beneath his feet, hardened into black shard boots ribbed with spiked soles.
