"We have no choice but to go down!" Elliot hissed while he took a glance from the incoming reinforcements of the black-robed men. He thrust his spear, and a perforating beam blasted everything, leaving a dent on its path.
Once they reached the bottom, they noticed several men, of the same outfit, in a circle of what Michael referred to.
To Elliot, it was no different from chanting something he would rather not know. He had a sudden urge to pounce and interrupt them but only to be stopped with a few more of them that acted as a vanguard.
Anasthasia and the rest stood their ground when they suddenly took a dramatic shift into a large creature, five times larger than Michael, as the tallest of them all. Their arms were bulked and ripped of blue and red color, enough to crush puny humans within their grasps. They let out loud growls, with their deranged mouths and splattering spittles.