Floor 58 opened before them like the mouth of a furnace.
The vast coliseum-like chamber stretched endlessly, graphite walls and ceiling glowing with an ominous red heat. Perched high on ledges and floating in the air were dozens of Valgang Dragonsmassive red beasts, ten meters tall when reared on hind legs, scales shimmering like molten iron. Their eyes locked onto the intruders instantly. Wings unfurled. Jaws split wide.
Flames erupted.
The first barrage came as roaring pillars of fire that blasted downward, hot enough to melt stone. The dragons roared in unison, locking onto the small party with predatory precision—the same deadly sniping instinct that had plagued the expedition for floors.
But this time the dragons had made a fatal mistake.
They had angered the wrong group.
Gareth charged first, roaring louder than any dragon. "COME ON, YE SCALY BASTARDS!"
He planted his feet and swung Grand Axe in a monstrous overhead arc. The blade smashed straight into the chest of a diving Valgang Dragon, caving in scales and ribs with a thunderous crack. The beast crashed to the ground, wheezing fire, only for Gareth to bring the axe down again—splitting its skull in one brutal, earth-shaking blow. Blood and flame sprayed everywhere as he laughed wildly. "That's one!"
Finn moved like a golden blur. His Fortia Spear flashed in tight, perfect arcs, exploiting every blind spot. He darted between a dragon's legs, thrust upward into the softer underbelly, then spun and drove the spear through its throat from below. The Valgang Dragon tried to breathe fire—only for Finn to yank the spear free and leap away as the beast choked on its own flames and collapsed.
Tiona bounced through the chaos like a living spring. Urga blades extended, she launched herself high, spinning mid-air in her signature Ariel Maneuver. The dual blades carved a screaming circle through two Valgang Dragons at once, severing wings and throats in a whirlwind of steel. She landed laughing, already bouncing toward the next. "Too slow!"
Tione was pure brute force. Zolas raised high, she met a charging dragon head-on. Her kukri slammed down with Amazonian power, hacking through scale and bone in devastating overhead strikes. When the dragon reared to breathe fire, she drove both blades into its open maw, twisting viciously until the flames died in a gurgle of black blood. "Die already!"
Riveria stood at the rear, staff raised, voice calm yet terrifying as she chanted. "Wynn Fimbulvetr!"
Extreme cold exploded outward. A blizzard of ice and frozen time swept across three Valgang Dragons perched on a high ledge. Their flames froze mid-breath, wings crystallized, bodies locked in place before shattering into glittering shards that rained across the chamber.
Damien was everywhere at once. Mind's Eye painted every flame, every claw, every tail swipe before they landed. He flowed through the battlefield like living shadow—daggers carving precise, lethal lines across throats and wing joints. One dragon tried to lock onto him with a long-range flare; Damien predicted the trajectory, vaulted sideways, and drove both daggers straight through its eye sockets in a single spinning strike. The beast dropped like a stone.
The Valgang Dragons fought viciously—fire roaring, claws raking, tails whipping with bone-crushing force—but they were simply outmatched. Their flames met wind and steel. Their numbers dwindled with every passing minute.
Only one remained.
The largest Valgang Dragon—wings spread wide, eyes burning with primal rage—perched at the center of the chamber, drawing in a breath that could melt an entire expedition.
Ais stepped forward alone.
Her golden eyes glowed with quiet fury. "Ariel."
Black wind exploded around her body, swirling like a living storm. The wind enchant lifted her off the ground as she shot forward in a blur. Desperate sang through the air, trailing razor-sharp wind blades. She carved a spiraling path upward, slicing through the dragon's fire breath as if it were nothing. The beast roared and snapped its jaws.
Ais twisted mid-air, wind howling around her blade.
"Lil Rafaga!"
She became a comet of black wind. Desperate plunged straight through the dragon's open maw and out the back of its skull in one unstoppable thrust. The Valgang Dragon convulsed once, wings freezing mid-flap, then crashed to the ground in a heap of broken scales and dying embers.
Every Valgang Dragon in the chamber lay dead
Gareth laughed "That's right! good work everyone!"
Tione cleaned her blades, counting under her breath. "Twelve. Not bad."
Finn surveyed the carnage with a general's eye. "Forty-seven confirmed kills. Possibly more in the collapsed areas." He glanced at Damien. "Your count?"
Damien sheathed his daggers, shadows slowly retreating. "Lost track after twenty. But I'd say we made our point."
As the last echoes of battle died away and the scorched chamber fell silent, something sinister began to stir.
A dark, seeping fog rolled in from every shadowed corner, thick and oily, swallowing the red glow of the walls until the entire floor dimmed to near blackness. The air turned heavy, oppressive, carrying a scent like burnt flesh and old blood.
"Aria!! Aria! Aria!"
The voice slithered through the mist—sultry, almost seductive, yet laced with something rotten and ancient. It echoed from everywhere and nowhere at once, wrapping around their minds like cold fingers.
Gareth tightened his grip on Grand Axe, eyes narrowed. "What the hell is this?"
Damien's daggers were already in hand, stance low. "Keep your guards up… I sense something wrong."
Finn's spear snapped into a ready position, golden eyes scanning the fog. "This feeling…"
Riveria's voice trembled—just slightly—as she finished the thought. "Finn… it's the same as before. That… thing. But worse."
Memories flashed behind her eyes: the nightmare on Floor 59, the Demi Spirit that had nearly ended them all. This was deeper. Darker.
"Enough of this," Damien growled.
He swept his daggers in a wide arc, shadows surging from the blades in a cutting wave. The dark fog recoiled, parting just enough to reveal the monstrosity at the chamber's heart.
A corrupted Valgang Dragon—except it was far beyond any natural beast.
The creature towered at least thirty meters tall, its upper half a grotesque mockery of the dragons they'd just slain: blackened scales cracked and weeping tar-like ichor, wings tattered and dripping, eyes burning with sickly purple light. But its lower half… that was the true horror. Nine separate Valgang Dragon heads writhed and snapped from a fused, bulbous mass of flesh and scale, each neck coiling and thrashing like the tentacles of a Scylla. The abomination pulsed with unnatural life, every movement accompanied by wet, ripping sounds.
It was the largest monster Damien had ever seen in the Dungeon—massive, disgusting, and radiating an aura so wrong it made the stomach turn.
"NO! Ais!" Tiona screamed.
Damien spun.
Behind them—impossibly fast—a woman had appeared.
She was a contradiction made flesh: impossibly beautiful and utterly repulsive at the same time. Smooth light-purple skin glowed with an unnatural seductive sheen. Two perfect crimson eyes stared out from a flawless face, while a third, sluggish golden eye sat in the center of her forehead like a malignant jewel. Excessively large breasts—each the size of a person's head—rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths. Her shoulders and forearms were radiant and youthful, yet her lower half dissolved into a long, sinuous lamia tail of scaled purple muscle that coiled possessively around Ais's limp body.
Ais was unconscious, head lolling, silver hair spilling across the woman's chest as she cradled her from behind, rubbing her cheek against Ais's in a mockery of affection.
"Aria! ARIA! ARIA!" the woman crooned, voice dripping with twisted adoration.
Damien lunged—daggers flashing toward her throat.
But the corrupted dragon behind him roared. A wall of purple-black flame erupted from its nine writhing heads, cutting him off in a searing curtain of heat. He twisted away at the last instant, boots skidding across stone.
The woman's mismatched eyes finally flicked toward him—cold, amused, and utterly devoid of mercy.
"Kill them…" she whispered.
Then she vanished.
Ais with her.
The corrupted dragon lunged forward, nine heads snapping, flames roaring from every maw.
The chamber shook with the force of its rage.
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