Chapter 304
That growl was so low, and so powerful, I could feel it rattle my external bones . What in the name of the ever loving ant queen is going on?!
Tiny, Crinis and I froze in place the moment we heard that unearthly rumble, still locked in our moment of triumph over the fallen foe . The Croca-Commander lies still beneath me, its neck torn asunder my mandible assault and I allow the mana to fade from my choppers . Morrelia is standing to one side of the monster, both of her blades buried halfway to the hilt in its flank as she comes out of her berserk rage .
Her face appears red and gaunt as she heaves deep breaths into her lungs, the light of anger and bloodlust fading from her eyes and clarity of thought returning . She looked down at the defeated Croca-Commander as if surprised to see it there, a flicker of confusion came over her expression and she slowly shook her head from left to right .
Grooooooooowl!
Again that deep rumbling growl rattled out from a distance, seeming to shake the very land itself beneath our feet . The only one present in the moment to not appear nervous at this development was Tiny, who only appeared satisfied as he gazed down on his defeated foe .
Checking on my core hastily I see that there is still a good 50% capacity still in the tank . The fight was a lot shorter and sharper than I expected it to be, most likely due to the Croc not being able to fully utilise its ability due to wanting to conserve mana itself . I shouldn't discount the possibility that the Croc was already extremely low on mana, which may explain the relatively low amount of fire it spat at us .
If I recall correctly, the first Croc-Commander we fought burnt down a good section of the Marsh expanse without even trying . I've no doubt this double chinned beast could unleash a similar level of devastation if it so wanted . Inside the Dungeon that is, up here? Who knows?
Satisfied that I wasn't likely to run out of mana in the short-term future I begin work on re-establishing the mind bridge to Morrelia that I had let lapse during the fight . I'll still need to be careful, mana-wise . I burned a good chunk of gravitational mana in the fight and I can feel the gland drawing away mana from my core to replenish its stock . Normally, not a problem, the core is replenished a heck of a lot faster than the gland can drain it away, especially when I can get my feet stuck into some Dungeon turf . On the surface, my core does not absorb mana fast enough to sustain me under ideal circumstances, let alone with any extra demands on it . I'll need to retreat back to our mini-Dungeon base to refill the tank before we go any further . Better safe than sorry .
[What's the problem Morrelia? You're looking a little confused?]
[Have you been hearing those growls?] she asked, a little vaguely .
[Well, yeah? Of course . I felt like my carapace had been jammed into a sub-woofer . Way too much base . Do you have any idea what might be causing it?]
Instead of answering my question, Morrelia posed another of her own .
[Do you know what species of monster this is?] she asked, pointing at our victim .
[Yup . Garralosh Commander, no doubt about it . One of the eldest children of Garralosh herself . This is the second time we've put one down] I boasted a little bit, even as my antennae wave back and forth attempting to sense the source of the intimidating noise .
[Have you ever seen it?] Morrelia asked faintly, [Garralosh, I mean?]
Surprised by the question, I turned my whole body to face Morrelia .
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