Fighting Dwellers

The ground beneath Leo's legs felt brittle, like it would crumble away if he stood still for too long.

Every time his feet shifted, the earth beneath him seem to groan, as if protesting his weight.

Leo could feel it in his bones, the sickening sense that everything around him was slowly being undone.

It wasn't just the land; it was the very fabric of reality that seemed to be disintegrating in this place. But there was no time to think about that as more of the Dwellers were coming.

The first wave had tested him. It had thrown him into the chaos, forced him to adjust and sharpen his instincts. But now? Now they were coming in droves. And they were faster. Deadlier. Relentless.

Leo tightened his grip on Nightshade, feeling the smoothness of the hilt in his hand.

He rolled his shoulders, his muscles sore but slowly getting accustomed to the rhythm of the battle. The fight was becoming more familiar, but the Dwellers were far from predictable.