In the depths of the dark, abandoned mine, the air felt thick, heavy, as though the very atmosphere was pressing in, laden with an eerie, acrid stench that sent shivers down William's spine. It was the kind of place where shadows twisted unnaturally, and whispers seemed to crawl along the walls, making it impossible to shake the feeling that something sinister was lurking just beyond sight.
The crunch beneath his foot startled him. William looked down to find a grotesque, newborn giant scorpion crushed under his boot, its legs twitching in its final death throes. He recoiled for a moment, but then the familiar notification flashed before his eyes:
[You killed the demonized giant scorpion, experience +1!]
[Your talent has absorbed some of the Demon's extraordinary characteristics.]
