Catacomb

The immortal six seconds passed, and Warden plunged his blade into the skull of the hybrid wolf-bull. Void energy charged out of the sword a micro-second later, but the fiend was already overpowering him. 

However, before he could have a real contest with his first fiend-rank monster, Agnes came flying. Large Black wings spread on her back, completely made out of the essence of darkness. Her speed rose to an unprecedented level, as in a matter of no time, she swooped down on them. 

Her legs hurtled dozen on the back of the fiend, stunning it for an instance of a moment. But that instance was enough for her to swing her arm as a thick rope of darkness wrung around Warden and she took flight again. 

Paying the creatures chasing after her no mind, she carried him into the warped way.