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chapter 65 arriving at safe floor
Thunder cracked—not from the sky, but from guns hold by both Luthar and Freya
Monsters screamed and fell, torn apart by torrents of explosive rounds. Their bodies crumbled into ash and steaming ichor, coating the stone floor in foul-smelling residue.
Luthar Cogbane stood at the center of it all, unmoved. Cloak fluttering in the backdraft, his eyes remained cold and precise, calculating each shot with inhuman clarity. Overhead, a combat servo-skull hovered in lazy arcs, barking binaric alerts as it tracked movement and heat signatures.
At his flank, Freya—goddess of beauty fired without hesitation. Her sleek firearm discharged with rhythmic bursts, cutting down beasts that dared approach.
"Ammo reading at forty-seven percent," she called, ducking behind a jagged stalagmite that cracked under her divine weight.
"Use controlled bursts. We're nearly through," Luthar replied coolly, his voice devoid of fatigue.
The final wave struck.
Deformed Minotaurs—starved, wild-eyed—swarmed alongside kobolds frothing with bloodlust. A malformed ogre, its flesh rotting mid-movement, charged from the rear.
Freya shifted fluidly to intercept the flanks, her gun humming with celestial energy. Luthar aimed and unleashed a searing blast from his plasma gun. The ogre never reached them—its upper body atomized in a flash of white-hot energy, leaving molten bone and cinders in its place.
A beat passed.
The Dungeon fell deathly still.
Luthar stood, reloading with precision. The hiss of pressurized gas venting from his gauntlets was the only sound that lingered.
Freya lowered her weapon slowly, her eyes taking in the carnage. "How long has it been…" she murmured, her voice thoughtful. "Since I've had to personally stain my hands."
Her gaze settled on the still-smoking gun in her hand. She smirked. "Still... this was fun."
Luthar didn't respond. He was already scanning the walls—marking natural seams, calculating layout patterns.
"We're already on the 16th floor," he said at last. "Signs match records. If Bell and the others successfully descended here. The 18th is the only place we need to go."
Freya's brow arched, as she didn't want to end the journey so quickly.
Without any other word, Luthar began walking.
The air grew still—uncannily still.
Luthar and Freya stepped cautiously into the expansive, hollow space of the 17th floor. The oppressive tension of the previous floor fell away, replaced by a vast silence. The only sound was the distant drip of condensation and the soft crunch of their boots against stone.
No monsters. No movement.
Freya's voice was soft. "This is the Goliath's domain..."
Luthar nodded slightly. " at least we don't have to fight him."
His servo-skull hovered in tight, lazy circles. Its scanners pulsed blue—