Fall of the Aqua Blazing's comrades

With a powerful swing, Isaac brought his blade crashing down on the ant's foreleg, severing it cleanly in one swift motion. A torrent of dark purple blood sprayed from the wound, painting the air with a sickening, metallic stench as it splattered across the cave floor. The creature let out a deafening, primal screech of agony that reverberated through the rocky walls, nearly causing Isaac to lose his grip on the hilt.

He smirked, feeling a brief, hard-won surge of triumph. But his satisfaction evaporated almost instantly, replaced by a cold, creeping dread as he watched the severed leg twitch on the ground. Before his horrified eyes, the torn limb began to regenerate, sinew and muscle weaving together with unnatural speed. In a matter of heartbeats, the ant's leg was back, fully intact, as though nothing had happened.

"What the…" Isaac's voice came out in a hoarse whisper, his face frozen in shock and despair as he realized the depth of their predicament.