"Are those new monsters…?"
Stream hunters on the other islands looked up at the sky, fear flashing across their faces.
The Seventh Floor was already a nightmare...
Storm Serpents flew through the air like living lightning, their bodies often crackling with blue sparks.
Sky Harpies screeched as they dove down, their talons sharp enough to tear through armor.
The ground shook from the constant impact of spells and falling bodies.
And now—
Red shapes were flying across the sky.
At first glance, they looked like demons.
Winged creatures formed from dark crimson, their bodies dripping as though carved from flesh.
Some hunters tightened their grips on their weapons.
"Another wave?!"
Someone shouted.
But a few sharper-eyed hunters did not panic immediately.
They narrowed their eyes and watched closely.
The red creatures were not attacking the stream hunters...
They were tearing into the Storm Serpents!
