And then, the silence broke again, this time by a thunderous wave of footsteps echoing through the underground tunnels.
My eyes narrowed as I saw what was coming.
It was another group of Abominations.
These were different—larger, heavier, and darker. They moved with more power, and even their presence was little different. Every single one of them was level 199. But that wasn't what caught my attention.
There were patches of Deathmist clinging to their bodies—dark, smoky tendrils curling along their limbs, leaking from beneath their torn skin. These monsters were results of some hybrid experiment. Whatever the Holts and the Ferans had done… it was working. At least partially.
I extended my perception and scanned through the deeper levels of the prison.
There were nearly two hundred of these things rampaging across the lower levels. Cells were torn open. Prisoners screamed. The Abominations weren't waiting for orders anymore, they were attacking everything that moved.
