"The Wyrm..." Krax whimpered, his eyes wide and unblinking. "We are trapped."
Sunny sat cross-legged on the rusted iron cot, his dark robes pooling around him. He maintained his flawless, chilling mask of absolute apathy, though his civilian mind was entirely consumed by panic.
The Abyssal Blood-Wyrm was a Tier 6 Calamity. He explicitly knew that if the creature decided to explore this specific corridor, the reinforced bunker walls would offer as much resistance as wet tissue paper.
He needed a distraction to keep his mind from snapping under the sheer psychological pressure.
Sunny casually pulled a small, jagged chunk of dark marrow from his robes. He had harvested it during their panicked escape from the cavern.
He activated the Supreme Merge System, focusing on the dark essence.
[Material Name: Leviathan's Resonance Core (Space/Earth Attribute)]
