The Unknown Floor Boss, the Magic Eye of Death?

"What the hell is this? What kind of Dungeon mechanic have I never heard of before? This thing even has a berserk mode?

"But that doesn't make sense. If they have a berserk skill, why didn't the ones I killed earlier trigger it? What are the conditions for activating it?"

The vast swarm of red-hot crystal scorpions before Wood reminded him of monsters in RPGs that had entered "berserk mode."

Put simply, once their health bars dropped below a certain threshold, their speed and strength would suddenly surge for a limited time.

These crystal scorpions looked like they had gone berserk, but the conditions that had triggered it had Wood completely baffled.

He hadn't even touched quite a few of them, so how the hell had they gone berserk?

And if one or two of them had gone berserk, that would be one thing, but hundreds of monsters doing it all at once was just ridiculous.

The monsters' sudden increase in strength threw Wood off his rhythm, and his easy, relaxed fighting style was gone.

The crystal scorpions hadn't just gotten faster and stronger; they'd even developed new skills.

Before, they'd had high resistance to both physical and magical attacks, but their offensive options had been limited. Now, they were all swaying their tails and firing crystal projectiles.

They'd developed ranged attacks! They'd gone from frontline infantry to a fully equipped air-and-ground special forces unit!

And that wasn't even the worst of it. The monsters getting stronger was bad enough, but Wood soon realized that even the environment was turning against him.

The Dungeon's spacious, brightly lit chambers had plunged into darkness, as if swallowed by an endless night.

The only light came from the aurora in the sky and the crystal scorpions scattered across the ground, glowing like red