"What a fucking drag," I grumbled, as I unloaded a storm of bullets ahead with my gatling gun, before manifesting Phantom Copies of two of my submachine guns as the gatling gun reached its time limit and vanished.
"They sure are ugly things, aren't they? A lot of those mutations look really grotesque," Remarked Arkiela in fascination, watching the proceedings from atop my head as I fired out barrages of bullets from my submachine guns.
"Instead of running your mouth, make yourself useful and fire off a few of your beams to mow them down," I sighed in exasperation.
"Fuck off, you can handle this just fine on your own, I see no reason for me to involve myself."
"Tch, you useless bitch."
"Screw you, shithead."
Today's the 2nd of June, 1040, about a week had passed since we encountered that mutated Cyclops in the Orcus Grotto. And in the days since then, more and more mutated Monsters have been sighted and reported across the entire island.
