Silas landed in a crouch, his tall frame standing up to his mid shin in gore and death, this was when the grotesque summoner entered the room.

Its form was even more putrid up close, with calloused growths in the form of armour covering its vital areas such as its midsection and its stubby pig-like limbs sprouted from somewhere within the vile mass.

"How dare you heathen! How dare you defile this sacred place with your presence!" The beast roared, echoing vastly through the chamber.

"Yeah, yeah calm down son. Look I don't want to fight you, just let me go and we'll be all peachy." Said, Silas, whilst smiling sweetly, attempting to disarm the beast.

"Creature I wish to fight you, now prepare yourself for the fight of you li-!" It started before being cut off. Literally.

With lightning speed, Silas had drawn one of his knives and launched it into the writhing mass of fat and horror. Plunging it down to the hilt.

"You coward, attacking me before I am ready! You will pay for that-!" He started again before once more being cut off by a throwing knife. You think he would learn.

It didn't attempt to speak again and just began to flail its arms in a slightly rhythmic fashion as Silas ran toward it, final and original knife in hand.

Several large boils began to sprout at an astonishing speed from the creature's mass before bursting in a tempest of pus and filth. And from these diabolical vessels crawled several imps, still slick with the fluids of their maker.

"Ha, fight the hordes human, fight them and die!" He laughed, each sound managing to send ripples along his entire form.

Silas cackled internally, knowing that these imps would fall before him just like their brethren. He was so confident because as of a few weeks ago he decided to use "Stand Off" with something other than a pistol and surprisingly it worked.

he activated the skill and felt as time slowly came to a crawl as if it was stuck in some viscous material.

Silas moved like the wind, his agility and dexterity both over double that of normal humans. He danced between his prey, swiftly opening arteries and spraying red in a near stationary scene onto the battlefield. He was a painter, and they were his canvas.

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He finished the final one by ducking beneath a wide slash and slicing it from navel to neck, opening it for the world to see. It was at this point he noticed his mistake for just in front of the summoners vile hands was a smattering of sparks, weak now but he knew from experience what they turned into. It was a force bolt.

Time began to bleed back to its regular speed and ever so slowly the force bolt began to form and fire at the helpless Silas, still over-extended from his last attack.

The bolt hit him like the hammer hits the anvil, smashing him in the midsection and sending him sailing through the air before colliding with one of the chambers far walls.

Silas groaned in pain, wheezing at the fact he probably had several broken ribs while attempting to sloppily take off his jacket.

The foul blob began to waddle slowly toward him, doing as close to a victorious strut as a being of its size and dimensions could manage.

Silas fumbled desperately with his duster, managing to take off the soaked garment as the summoner appeared next to him. Looming over his prone form while savouring the victory. It was short lived.

Silas threw his still drenched coat over the head of the demon and watched with grim satisfaction is it wailed in pain and tried to take off the corrosive water.

Silas hobbled around and to the back of the creature, drawing his knife and steeling himself for what was to come.

He plunged the blade down to the hilt in the beast's flesh and began to cut into it. He sliced through the calloused exterior and cut deep into the summoners fleshy core, hollowing out its very insides.

It gurgled before falling down, having used every last ounce of its strength to attempt to reach the coat with its hideously stubby arms.

Silas stood over the beast, savouring his victory before plunging the knife deep into the summoner over and over again. Continuing until nothing was left of the demon but a bloody smear on the pavement.

He fell back panting, leaning on the beast's flesh exterior as to keep his head out of the pool of filth and death. And after a minute of profuse bleeding from the Foulspawn, it finally died, wheezing out a final breath and then deflating like a popped balloon.

Silas was too tired to cheer and instead opted to wince in pain from his slowly healing wounds, this was when he received the notification he had been waiting weeks to see.

Congratulations on completing the Howling Caves Dungeon! You may now use dungeon transport to return to the outside realm. Dungeon transport can be activated both orally and mentally.

Silas deflated much like the monster did, after this he would have to go back to the Marshalls office and give his report, they would want to know of these places. But that could wait, for now, Silas needed to rest.