I moved deeper into the tunnel, feeling the ground sloping downward.
The walls glowed with cracks of molten rock, casting an eerie red light. The heat pressed against my skin, heavier than before.
Sweat dripped down my body, but I barely noticed.
My Generator Core hummed, absorbing the heat and converting it into Essence.
The deeper I went, the louder the air rumbled, like a beast breathing beneath the surface. The tunnel twisted, and then I saw them—another group of Orcs.
Four of them, all level 13.
They stood at the center of the tunnel, their glowing red eyes locking onto me. Their rocky, magma-filled bodies radiated heat, and their spiked clubs dripped with molten rock.
One of them roared and charged first, swinging its weapon down.
I burst forward, my knee collided with its head shattering its head. The others came next, attacking in unison. I weaved between their swings, my fists smashing through ribs and skulls. The fight was over in seconds.
