The massive Rabid Rot recovered from its collision with Shane, its tentacles writhing with renewed fury.
Shane gritted her teeth as she struggled to her feet, clutching her side where the beast's impact had struck.
Blood trickled down her arm, staining her fingers, but her eyes remained fierce, unwavering. She pushed herself up, tightening her grip on her sword.
Hansel and Rafel positioned themselves around the creature, forming a loose triangle with Shane.
Having dealt with numerous smaller Rabid Rots in the vicinity, they finally had free space. The ground beneath them was littered with the rotten flesh of their fallen foes.
Moreover, the other groups actively kept the mass of monsters too busy to branch out. It was just their misfortune to stumble upon this one.
"We have to be careful, it's a devil..."
Hansel furrowed his brow—though unseen—the concern resonating in his tone.
"A devil? You mean a Devilish Hellion?"