1018 Anti-climactic

⟬ On the opposite side. 48 bells remaining... ⟭ 

Tycondrius carefully stepped through the ⌈Gate⌋... and onto a slick of oily Outsider blood. 

How annoying...

He spent a few moments searching for a clear area before summoning his curved blade from his spatial ring. Using its adamantine sheath, he carved a Spell Formation into the red rock. 

Once he was finished, he wiped his brow as he gazed upon Pale's recent handiwork. 

The dark fluid flowed from a still-gushing, Fire Crab-- recently defeated. 

Or... to be more accurate, it was a chimera of sorts. It appeared mostly as an oversized crustacean. However, it had the torso and head of an androgynous elf, and the four arms of a... 

...a four-armed humanoid. 

--"Boss!" 

What had four arms and was crab-like? 

It wasn't surprising to see those qualities mixed together, but Tycon struggled to name a particular species that matched the criteria. 

--"Sir!? Help! Please?"