The arena erupted into chaos immediately the moment the first Guardian lunged at them. Basalt-plated behemoths thundered forward while the winged predators shrieked overhead.
Mucus creatures began dropping in wet splashes across the stone in a more chaotic manner than before, like a beast without care.
Headless warriors dragged their rusted weapons through the dust as crystal serpents slid between fractured tiles.
The two-headed Guardian from the First Floor raised both blades and charged straight toward the center.
Myles moved first just like he always did.
He didn't wait for formation to settle. He dashed with his body angled forward, short sword gripped at his right hand and his curved dagger reversed in his left hand.
The basalt beast lowered its horn and rushed him. At the last second he turn his body sideways, letting the charge graze past his shoulder, then drove his dagger into the glowing seam behind its foreleg.
