Brandon stood amidst the bodies, blood pooling at his feet, steaming in the cool drizzle that still fell from the gray skies above.
His eyes flickered over to the dungeon around him, broken pavement, upturned cars, crumbling storefronts... and then landed on the faint glimmer of etheric signatures forming in the mist ahead.
"More incoming," he muttered, tightening the grip on his daggers, both of them slicked with black blood.
A low growl echoed from the hollowed shell of a collapsed mall nearby.
The ground vibrated and multiple aberrants stepped out after the previous commotion.
With a sharp breath, he pushed forward as his boots splashed through puddles and rubble.
The first Aberrant charged directly at him with the ground quaking under its weight.
Its swung its massive arm horizontally, aiming to cleave Brandon in two.
But Brandon didn't meet it head-on.
