Sea of Monsters (2)

The air in the temple was thick with the acrid stench of blood and sweat. My arms ached, and my heart raced like a wild stallion. The relentless horde of monsters continued to close in, but I couldn't give in to exhaustion. Not now, not when I'd come this far.

Swish... Swish... Clang...

My trident and longsword danced through the narrow corridor, a symphony of death and desperation. Each strike was a gamble, a wager on my survival. The monsters, though fewer in number now, fought with renewed ferocity.

"How many of you fuckers are there!?"

I taunted them again, my voice filled with defiance and defiance was all I had left.

The trident's shadowy prongs skewered another grotesque creature, its strange tendrils writhing as it spasmed and died.

"Fuck..."

I muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from my brow. The corridor had become a gruesome battleground, littered with the corpses of the fallen.

Tap... Tap...