The assembly of monsters vanished altogether as I blinked, the scene switching from the chaotic chasm to the silent dark void in an instant.
With a crackle of lightning, I found myself falling through the ceiling of a room filled with grey stone, the severed limbs and heads of my Abyssal opponents raining down after me like ghastly confetti.
There, my body trembled on the cold ground as I glanced around at the scattered remains.
I wasn't surprised to find myself in the shadow creature's lair, its series of dungeons were all too familiar to me. However, I was surprised I was able to get there on a [Blink] without much calculation.
I exploded with mirthless laughter as I dragged myself off the ground. Was it a stroke of luck, or a cruel form of divine intervention?
I arrived at the severed head of the Abyssal drake, watching the creature stare back at me, its body twitching in terror.