Hagen and what remained of the group continued the mission despite devastating losses.
Bloodwyn had sent a few warriors back with the bodies of the fallen and the most gravely wounded. Only fifteen soldiers remained who could still advance toward the objective. They were wounded and in a pathetic state compared to the force they had begun with, but Hagen maintained his fixed determination.
They pressed forward because turning back was not allowed and doing so would also make those losses meaningless.
He still felt wounds that abyssal power somehow couldn’t heal easily. The marks left by his encounter with the underground creature pulsed with constant pain, as if something in the wounds resisted corrupt regeneration.
The sensation was deeply unsettling... his enhanced healing had always been one of the primary benefits of abyssal corruption, but these injuries seemed to exist at levels beyond what his enhanced regeneration could address.
Still, he was the guide. The expert. Maybe he wasn’t the strongest in the group, but when it came to finding the way in the depths, he was the best they had.
Maybe even the only option.
The expertise was hard-won through decades of descents into places that would break lesser minds, learning to read patterns in chaos that would drive normal people insane. It was knowledge that couldn’t be taught, only earned through survival.
Abyssal creatures didn’t attack them.
They opened a path as always, moving aside with instinctive deference. It was something that felt strange for them; the creatures weren’t adorable at all.
Being surrounded by hundreds of them, with their twisted forms and eyes that glowed with constant hunger, wasn’t reassuring for almost anyone.
The atmosphere was suffocating and alien, it was never easy walking through a living nightmare where every shadow contained something that defied natural law. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
But they had never attacked someone with the same corrupt energy. It was a fundamental law of the abyss: those with the same energy don’t devour each other.
Additionally, Bloodwyn now emanated an aura too intense after receiving the improved potion. Even common Gold monsters moved away from him too, retreating with primitive respect or fear...
So they should feel safer.
Navigating this level should have been easy.
The only real difficulty lay in positioning themselves in this surreal place. Only Hagen was capable of having any sense of direction while completely surrounded by such similar monsters over such long distances.
It was a skill he had developed during decades of expeditions, the ability to read patterns in apparent chaos.
The mental mapping required was staggering, holding dozens of reference points in memory while constantly updating position based on subtle environmental cues that existed more as intuition than observable data.
But when they had been advancing for quite some time, something happened that completely confused even Hagen.
The beasts weren’t distributed as before.
Strange abyssal monsters appeared that didn’t follow patterns he had learned to recognize. Hagen also didn’t understand what was happening; it seemed the new monsters were an amalgamation of different species, but now completely identical to each other.
As if the monster type had been standardized in this specific zone.
"What the hell are those things?" one of the soldiers murmured, pointing toward a creature that had centipede characteristics, where each segment seemed to have acquired parts of something else.
Hagen studied the creatures with expert eyes, decades of experience providing no insight into what he was witnessing. "I don’t know. These are new."
The admission felt like professional failure... his entire value to the expedition lay in understanding this environment, and suddenly that understanding had become worthless.
Suddenly, positioning became much more difficult. Hagen had been using, among other things, specific monster types to orient himself, memorizing which species appeared in which zones of the abyss. Now that internal navigation had become useless.
Bloodwyn was surprised that he had been able to distinguish differences between previous monsters.
"How the hell could you differentiate between those things even before?" he asked, remembering what for him had been an indistinguishable disgusting mass.
The question revealed the gap between expert knowledge and casual observation, what appeared random to untrained eyes contained layers of meaningful information for those who knew how to read them.
"They have their patterns," Hagen explained, frowning while trying to adapt to the new environment. "Even in their nature of ’random’ characteristics, there are similarities in their body shapes, in how they move, and other things."
He pointed toward the strange amalgamations surrounding them.
"But this... this is different. As if something had been copying the same thing for a while."
Hagen paused, evaluating his position with decades of experience that suddenly felt inadequate.
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