The Floor 17 boss room was deathly silent.
The air smelled strongly of sizzling acid, ancient dust, and raw, butchered meat. The walls were painted with thick streaks of foul-smelling black blood.
In the centre of the cavern, the mangled, crushed corpse of the Grave-Weaver Broodmother lay twitching. Its skull was completely caved in. Its massive, scythe-like legs were bent at broken, unnatural angles.
Leo Dragomir stood over the massive carcass. He didn't look tired. He wasn't breathing heavily. His dark leather combat coat was splattered with black gore and grey spider brains, but he didn't have a single scratch on his body.
He casually raised his heavy greatsword and drove it blade-first into the centre of the spider's crushed skull.
CRUNCH.
