Flowing dragon

In the colossal cavern, the battle rages on.

The endless webbing covering the walls, ceiling, and floor shimmers under bursts of mana—sudden flashes of red, blue, yellow, splashing color against the suffocating darkness. Spells and abilities streak through the air like falling stars. Every corner, every breath, is filled with noise and movement.

And yet, no matter how many spiders they cut down, they keep coming.

The hunters hold their ground.

Barely.

For every monstrous spider that falls, two more seem to crawl out of hidden tunnels, clicking and screeching. Blood stains the webbed ground, but the hunters move as one—gritted teeth, desperate hands, swinging, firing, surviving.

Near the heart of the chaos, Daelan and Choi Jihun fight back-to-back, their movements almost too fast to track. In the brief lull between killing two more spiders, Daelan leans in, speaking quickly, his voice almost drowned by the chaos.

Jihun nods grimly.