Mutated Second Floor: The Grave of Grotesque Toads (9)
And though the monsters came in waves, endless and relentless, the trio stood strong—undaunted, unbroken, and determined to survive.
The battle raged on with no end in sight, the horde of monsters pressing forward, unrelenting in their assault. Each second felt like an eternity as the trio fought with every ounce of strength they had. Blood and black ichor splattered the ground, and the stench of death filled the air, but there was no time to register it—only survival mattered now.