Mimic Abomination

When John extended his sword to open the chest, the moment his blade made contact with the lid, it snapped open with a horrifying speed.The chest's lid became a gaping maw filled with jagged razor-sharp teeth that gleamed in the fungi light. With a sickening crunch, it lunged forward to bite.John held his sword out to block the attack immediately. The teeth sank deep into the blade but the sheer force of the chest's jaws shattered the sword as if it were made of brittle stick, snapping it in half with ease.John's eyes widened in shock as the broken pieces of his sword clattered to the ground."What the fuck?!"His hand still gripped the hilt, trembling with the sudden realization of how close he had come to losing his arm.The group didn't hesitate. Marik, Amel, and Irene instantly spun on their heels and sprinted backward with eyes wide with panic.John's mind raced as he stumbled back, his heart hammering in his chest.He looked down at the broken sword in his hands, his fingers still gripping the shattered hilt. He couldn't believe how easily it had been destroyed."What the hell...?" John muttered, still in shock. His hand trembled as he looked at the remnants of the blade.And then, the sound hit them.A low, eerie vibration echoed throughout the chamber, emanating from the chest. The sound was almost... playful. Like a laughter. The vibrations felt like the walls themselves were chuckling like a strange and unnatural giggle that reverberating through the stone.Irene's face hardened as she took a step back. "This must be the Dungeon's doing."John looked at her. "Yeah, I'm sure it is," he said.Irene's eyes were fixed on the chest as she backed away."It's a damn trap like we thought. The Dungeon's playing with us. It's having fun because it managed to shock us."John's stomach sank as the truth of her words hit him. This was the Dungeon's game after all, and they were the unwilling players."Fortunately, you were using your sword," Amel added with a grimace. "If you'd used your hand..."John shuddered at the thought. "Yeah," he said. "My hand would've been torn off already."As if in response to their fear, the chest began to change. The jagged teeth on its lid continued to gnash at the air, but now something far more disturbing happened.Limbs of fleshy, sinewy material started to stretch out from the bottom of the chest, grotesquely forming a pair of long arms and legs.The soft, fleshy appendages twisted and coiled as they grew and letting out a sickening sound of muscle and bone stretching.The chest's lid flapped open and shut with a harsh snap, revealing more jagged teeth that dripped with saliva.The grotesque chest walked toward them.John's heart pounded in his chest as the thing advanced, its twisted limbs moving unnaturally. The faint laughter, still echoing from the walls, only intensified, as if the Dungeon itself was enjoying their terror."Oh, shit," Marik hissed, his hand hovering over his sword, but he didn't make a move. "What the hell is that thing?!"Even as his years as soldiers and mercenary he had never seen that thing,Irene's expression was grim, her voice quiet but determined. "Whatever it is, we need to get out of here. Now."John's pulse raced as he gripped the broken sword, ready to run, but the thing moving toward them was more than an ordinary traps. The fact that it was alive sent a chill down his spine.The chest-creature lurched closer, its sharp, jagged teeth gleaming with malice as its skeletal limbs clicked against the stone floor, dragging it closer with every step.However, if that thing was alive, that mean it is a Beast.John forced himself to steady his trembling hands and calm his mind.John using his Beast Insight Vision. The air shimmered faintly as the familiar texts appeared before his eyes, projecting the creature's details.But what he saw made his blood run cold. -----You activate Beast Insight Vision (Novice stage 10/100).Species: Mimic Abomination.Rank: Rare Beast.Elemental Affinity: Earth. Strength: High.Agility: High.

Endurance: High.

Weakness: Core hidden within the head.

Special Abilities: Devour, Mimicry.Taming Method: Impossible (Hostile Instinct Overload) -----John's breath hitched as he read the stats. His eyes locked in on the words "Impossible" under taming methods. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me," he muttered."What do you see?" Irene's voice cut through his thoughts. She looking at John's face and can see that something was very wrong."It's called a Mimic Abomination," John said, his voice low but steady. "Rare rank. High on... every attribute, and... It can't be tamed. It's too hostile."Marik cursed under his breath. "Fantastic. So we've got a pissed-off a Rare rank chest Beast that seems pretty strong.""It also has an ability called Devour," John added grimly. "I don't know what the hell it is but it looks dangerous."The group exchanged uneasy glances as the Mimic Abomination drew nearer, its jagged teeth snapping rhythmically like a macabre countdown. "Any weaknesses?" Amel asked, her voice laced with tension. "The core in its head. I guess its inside that chest, but we'll have to get through those arms and legs first," John replied. The Mimic let out an unearthly screech, the sound reverberating through the chamber and shaking loose more dust and debris from the ceiling. And then, the entrance was closed with loud thud.Inky and Miki growled in unison, positioning themselves in front of John as if sensing his distress. The sight of his loyal Beasts standing their ground gave him a spark of hope."Hold your positions!" John said at his companions. His voice was firm now. "We've dealt with something like this before. We can handle this!" Irene, Marik, and Amel nodded and they get ready to fight because they have no other choice.---