Chapter 1607 – Fury

Pets can be exceptionally powerful assets in the Dungeon, and much has been written about them, but I find a great deal of the discourse settles on the expense of raising them.

Some argue that pouring valuable cores into a pet is a wise investment, since delving the Dungeon with a capable monster by your side makes the endeavour much, much safer. Others dismiss this attitude, saying that by the time the pet has become strong enough to assist on deep delves, the person raising it has already spent so much they could have retired.

This purely transactional attitude does not take into account all that a good pet can be. More than an asset, more than a tool, they can be a loyal companion and friend who will never turn their back on you. Indeed, they are incapable of it.

– Excerpt from ‘Delving Tips’ by Bolsen Smith

Tiny was furious. Not the usual, simmering anger that he channeled into his fists, but a deep-burning, chest-thumping rage that pulled his lips back in a permanent snarl and sent waves of heat rolling through his chest. His friend the little-eye could sense it as well.

[Be calmsssss,] Little-Eye urged him, but Tiny found it harder and harder to listen.

Despite his inner conflict, the giant ape’s fighting style had never been more disciplined or controlled. Elbows tight to his sides, his fists flickered out too fast to see and returned twice as fast. Compact, quick, Tiny wove his body in unpredictable patterns, his feet dancing across the diamond coating of the platform. Always perfectly balanced, able to shift his weight in any direction at any time. A poison-tipped spike flashed towards him and Tiny felt a surge of fury. With the slightest slip of his head, he allowed the projectile to blast by him. Lightning coiled around his shoulder, charge building until…

SNAP!

His coiled muscles detonated like an explosion, the light around his fist blasting outwards along with a bolt of electricity that boomed with thunder. The target of his wrath was obliterated, seared by lightning and crushed by the impact of the light from his fist, but Tiny was already moving, weaving to another target, positioning his feet just so, rotating his body, shifting his weight. His right fist snapped out, the light forming and rocketing away so fast it looked like Tiny was launching flares into the fifth.

Punch, punch, duck, shift, weave, punch, punch, punch, lightning blast.

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Sweat poured down the bat-faced ape’s leathery skin, soaking his fur and dripped off his brow. He couldn’t maintain this for long, but he wouldn’t stop, not until the anger was gone.

[You couldss hurt yourssselfsss,] Little-Eye warned him.

Tiny roared.

Thick ropes of electricity snaked around his upper arms, crackling and twisting as he unleashed the storm within himself. With a deafening boom, Tiny thrust his arms forward and sent a deadly arc of lightning into the faces of the oncoming monsters. They hissed and howled, but he didn’t relent. His vision went white as his own eyes began to blaze with electric energy. His own body felt seared, dangerously burning within as his organs emptied out all of the potent lightning energy they’d gathered.

Lightning surged, discharging from his palms in an endless surge as he bellowed his fury.