Inside the dungeon.
Erik and Emma advance at breakneck speed, mercilessly annihilating all the monsters that cross their path. Meanwhile, the creature occupying the throne watches the scene with a neutral expression.
Erik moves with agility, executing precise and elegant movements with his spear. He swings, thrusts, and swings the weapon with surprising agility, causing the monsters to fall around him like leaves in autumn, devoid of life.
"Krrrirayir...!"
"Kriiorrrrrrorrr....!
"Krrririrrkr...."
"kiiirrrrarhhhg...!"
Despite being creatures from hell, they are dying fast, the only thing they had in their favor was their great numbers. But it seems that that great number is doing nothing, they are dying easily at the hands of Erik's spear and Emma's blood scythe.
'That monster on the throne still hasn't made a move' Erik thought, delivering a clean kick to the monster's face.
"Kriririririr.....!"