When the ground swelled, [Wolf in Water] was squatting beside a polluted beast, prying off its scales.
He had only enough time to look up before the soil layer stretching for several kilometers beneath his feet flipped over entirely. People, corpses, and freshly removed scales were all hurled into the air, and the nearby players immediately erupted in curses.
"What the hell is it this time?"
"Underground! Everyone get away from the ground fissures!"
[Mind Storm]'s warning had barely reached the team channel when the northern forest began collapsing in swaths.
A colossal beast covered in dark purple scales smashed through the trees and charged out, dragging an injured hind leg. A massive old wound still lay across its abdomen, with the crystals around it having regrown more than halfway. Black patterns could still be seen constantly moving within.
[Bro Don't] recognized it at a glance.
"It's that juvenile from before!"
After the large-scale war ended, the four members of Dorm 119 had never strayed far from the polluted forest. They had accepted a mission to clear out the remaining beasts, and they also wanted to see whether the juvenile that had fled into the northern woods was dead or alive.
Now, they had finally found it.
But the situation was even more troublesome than last time.
The ground behind the juvenile kept bulging upward. Several black-armored tentacles broke through the soil, following close behind the blood trail it had left. The thickest one suddenly burst from the ground, wrapped around the juvenile's injured hind leg, and dragged its massive body backward.
[Thorn-Mouthed Burrower]!
This healthy Tier Three predator had never given up tracking the juvenile's True Blood.
"Full retreat!" the regiment commander in charge of the cleanup roared. "They're both question marks! Don't stand in the middle and donate