The abyssals retreated, bleeding and panting, their corrupted forms bearing the marks of Zhao's precise attacks.
The leader looked at its companions, their purple bodies trembling from numerous wounds, but their eyes still gleaming with dark determination.
"There is no other choice," its three mouths spoke in different tones that created an unsettling harmony. "Complete fusion."
A shiver ran through the other abyssals, their corrupted flesh rippling with either fear or anticipation.
"We need 2 people's mana. And if we fail..." one began, its tentacles writhing with nervous energy.
"We've already failed," the leader cut in sharply. "At least this way we'll have a chance, we must reach that cave."
Zhao emerged from his invisible state for a moment, launching more feathers that nearly eliminated the tentacled one. The silver projectiles sliced through corrupted flesh with surgical precision.
The four beings began to... flee.
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