Zone A was trying to kill them.
The open battlefields of Zone B were gone. Replaced by hostile terrain which was really twisted.
Deep-narrow canyons where wind howled like a dying animal. Dead forests of black, needle-like trees that tore at their clothes and skin.
The monsters here weren't just strong. They were smart.
Phase Spiders that blinked in and out of sight. Attacks coming from impossible angles.
Shrieker Bats whose sonic screams could disorient and knock them unconscious.
Each battle was brutal. Draining.
They were winning. But the victories were costly. Chipping away at their energy and mana reserves.
Dante's new sword, Soul-Drinker, was terrifyingly effective.
In battle, he would simply walk near an enemy that Eric or Jin was fighting and just swing his sword around them. He could feel the monster's energy draining away. Flowing through the black blade. Into him.
