The air was thick with a strange, pulsating energy as Volk and the others reached the heart of the dungeon.
They stepped into a vast chamber, and at once, the sight before them sent a chill through the group.
Chack!
The place was crawling with unknown magical monsters, each one pulsating with the eerie glow of hazardous magic particles.
Their forms were grotesque, twisted by the dark magic that flowed through the very air of the dungeon. L
Some had multiple eyes, others bore grotesque claws, and a few floated eerily as if gravity held no sway over them.
But in the middle of it all, standing like a dark monarch over this sea of horrors, was a gigantic winged tiger.
Its fur shimmered with a strange, otherworldly glow, and its wings were black, stretched wide, casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.
Its eyes gleamed with intelligence and malice, its claws tearing into the stone floor as if it were nothing more than paper.
