Sleep
The once towering monster had diminished to the size of a tall human, yet its numbers multiplied exponentially. Philip observed the crimson liquid leaping towards the spiritualists, wreaking havoc as it scorched the earth upon contact.
Near the portal, the disheveled spiritualists bore the brunt of the relentless assault, understanding the creature's goal—to eliminate Madam Domina and halt the spiritual onslaught.
Fairy guardians circled the spiritualists, shielding them from the liquid monsters. Philip also noticed a vine strategically covering the exit portal to prevent the creature from escaping.
It was only a matter of time, and they would soon succeed in killing the player.
Observing the chaos, Philip's mental gears whirred into action, formulating plans in his mind for a strategy to secure the final blow.
'I can't achieve this from a distance. I need to get close. Also, it's better if I brave the fire...'