Ethan rolled his shoulders casually amid the fog.
The brief moment of reminiscing faded from his mind as his attention snapped back to the present, in which his two summons were facing Floor Ten's Boss Beast.
"Alright, break time's over."
Ahead, the Mirefang Basilisk thrashed violently, its massive body tearing through the marsh as it lashed out in frustration. Despite being overwhelmed, just like any beast, it fought with everything it had to survive.
But it wasn't just a brute, it had a skill...
Its throat bulged, then it spat out a stream of thick, greenish venom through the fog that hissed as it cut through the air.
The poison splashed across the ground where Wolfy had been a moment ago, and the mud sizzled as it corroded and melted.
"Yeah... that would've been bad," Ethan muttered.
The Basilisk moved with unnatural ease through the swamp as its body glided through the marsh as if it were water.
As for the fog?
