The passage narrowed into another corridor choked with rising smoke and exposed electrical veins running through cracked walls.
The clatter of metal echoed ahead—more enemies.
Elius didn't stop.
His swords were already spinning, reflecting the flickering lights. Keith jogged behind, panting but keeping pace. His steps faltered now and then, but he said nothing.
They turned the corner and were instantly met by four flaming centipede drones barreling toward them, leaving molten trails in their wake.
Their red-hot bodies clicked as hundreds of limbs scrambled forward.
Elius flicked two fingers.
FWOOOM!
Two swords lunged forward like lightning bolts, skewering the first pair. The other two bots swerved, releasing a barrage of napalm shots.
Keith dove and rolled. "They're getting faster!"
"Or you're getting slower," Elius murmured.
His remaining swords spun in midair and slashed down.
KRZZZT!
