The air inside the vast underground space expanded like it had multiplied many times over in the span of a second when, in reality, it was just the underworld energy pushed away by the grey liquid escaping the prison of its bottle and spreading its effects through the air. The liquid divided various tasks among itself.
Some of it seeped into Hjugor. Some of it ran down Hjugor's body and dribbled down to the floor, which was also steeped with underworld energy. The underworld energy in the floor didn't stand a chance, and the floor weakened. It wasn't much, and the floor was too thick for such a tiny amount to do anything more than crack a bit of it.
Hjugor, on the other hand, had a sturdy body and couldn't compare to the entire floor. The large underworlder let out guttural howls in pain as the anti-underworld energy potion broke down its body and tore the underworld energy, the source of its existence, out of it.
