"Maybe..." "I need to find some different approaches to how I hunt them."
Martin's feet echoed on the cold stone floor of the corridor.
The silence of the tower was eerie as always.
Eventually, he entered the next stage.
It didn't take long before he realized something had changed.
He had either reached Stage Twelve or Thirteen he no longer cared to count them too closely but this room was different. The feeling, the shape, even the way the air moved.
And then the enemies appeared.
Two types.
Martin narrowed his eyes.
The first creature was clearly a demon, but its body resembled a spider, standing upright like a humanoid.
Its lower body had multiple legs like a tarantula, but its upper body had arms and wore fragments of woven silk armor, black and glistening like obsidian.
"Demonsilk Spider Warrior."
Its presence gave away its origin.
A member of the Demonsilk Clan a faction in Hell most likely Martin thought.
