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Vic\'s eyes widened in shock as he absorbed Silas\'s words. "Are you insane? You want to take on the Realm\'s god all by yourself? That\'s suicide, man!" he exclaimed, his tone a mixture of disbelief and genuine fear.

"The only one thinking of suicide should be the mutant god when it lays eyes on me—not the other way around," Silas retorted, his voice cold as ice. He directed a steady, unyielding gaze at Vic.

"Stay here with Angelica. She needs someone to keep her safe and grounded right now. Besides," he added, casting a quick glance around, "this place is like a maze, a labyrinth of tunnels. I won\'t miss any mutant on my way to the god\'s chamber.

If I encounter any creature along the path, I\'ll make sure it won\'t survive long enough to find its way back here." With that final reassurance, Silas turned away and began to walk deeper into the cavern.

"Silas!" Angelica\'s voice, weak and trembling, called out to him. He stopped in his tracks, glancing back over his shoulder. Her tear-streaked face was a blend of sorrow and dread. "Please… be careful. I don\'t want to lose anyone else here today," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and laced with pain.

For a brief moment, Silas held her gaze, giving her a single, solemn nod before he turned and resumed his determined stride. The darkness seemed to close around him as he pressed forward through the dimly lit cavern, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone walls. Suddenly, he was met by a swarm of bats—creatures identical to those Angelica had just defeated moments earlier.

But unlike her, Silas cut through them with ruthless efficiency, dispatching the winged creatures without even breaking his pace.

He continued his way through the cavernous labyrinth, the flickering torchlight casting eerie shadows around him as he advanced. After several tense minutes, he finally came to a halt in front of a massive, foreboding red door. Its surface was worn and covered in strange runic symbols, radiating an ominous energy. Silas stepped forward, resting his left hand against its cold, ancient wood.

"I can feel the overwhelming power coming from within. This has to be the god\'s chamber," he muttered to himself, pushing on the door to test if it would open. The door creaked, groaning as it swung open without resistance, inviting him to step inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, torches lining the chamber walls flared to life, casting eerie green flames that bathed the vast space in an unnatural glow. The room stretched out before him, a vast open arena broken only by a few stone pillars and the ghastly light from the torches, which painted sinister shadows on the walls.

SWWOOSSHH!

Before he could fully take in his surroundings, a powerful force blurred through the air, barreling toward him at blinding speed. Silas barely had a moment to register the attack before he was flung into the air, the impact sending him hurtling backward.

BAM!

He crashed against the stone wall, his body slamming with a heavy thud, yet somehow, he managed to land on his feet, his stance only momentarily faltering. He looked up, his gaze quickly scanning the room, only to see the mutant charging toward him once again with terrifying speed. This time, however, Silas was prepared.

As the mutant closed in, he ducked low, rolling to the side at the last second to evade it. He rose swiftly, adjusting his stance as he faced the creature, which now stood a few meters away, studying him with predatory focus.

\'Interesting,\' Silas thought, analyzing the creature. \'A hedgehog-type mutant. That would explain its speed and the ball-like form it takes when attacking.\' He lowered his gaze to examine his own injuries—deep gashes from the creature\'s quills—only to watch them rapidly close, his body healing almost as quickly as the wounds had appeared.

The mutant resembled an enormous, grotesque hedgehog, its body covered in thousands of razor-sharp quills that glistened in the eerie green light. The creature\'s natural instinct was to curl up into a ball, using its armor for both offense and defense.

[Name: Hedgetant (Realm\'s god)]

[Grade: 5]

Silas watched the notification flash above the mutant, displaying the relevant information. He smirked, a spark of determination flickering in his eyes.

\'A hedgehog-type mutant. It relies heavily on speed and its almost impenetrable defenses. Fast and nearly indestructible, but it lacks the brute strength to dominate in close combat. I, on the other hand, possess everything I need to end this,\' he mused, tightening his grip on his scythe as he assumed a battle-ready stance.

The mutant let out a guttural growl before curling up and rolling toward him at a frightening speed, its deadly quills bristling. Silas held his ground, watching as it closed the distance. At the last possible moment, he sprang into the air, letting the mutant shoot harmlessly beneath him.

He landed nimbly, swinging his scythe down in a powerful arc toward the creature\'s exposed back. But before his blade could connect, the mutant rolled to the side with uncanny agility, leaving his scythe to slice through empty air.

"Hmph," Silas grunted, frustration flashing across his face as the Realm\'s god repositioned itself and charged at him once more, transforming into a spinning, bladed ball. Silas waited until the last moment, sidestepping deftly to avoid it. With swift precision, he swung his scythe at the mutant\'s side.

CLANG!

A resounding clang echoed through the chamber as his scythe struck the mutant\'s quills. "It\'s pointless!" he muttered in frustration, realizing his attacks weren\'t penetrating. The mutant\'s quills were as tough as iron, shielding it from every angle and leaving no opening for a clean strike.

"Argh!" Silas grunted in pain as the creature shot toward him again, its quills gouging into his flesh as it made contact. Blood sprayed from the wounds, and the force of the impact lifted him off his feet, sending him hurtling backward.

He collided with a stone pillar, crumpling to the ground for a brief moment before rising to his knees, his wounds rapidly mending themselves, as if mocking the mutant\'s efforts.

He steadied himself, looking up just as the creature prepared for another strike. The mutant, relentless in its assault, came barreling toward him once more, its bladed body whirling in a lethal spin. Silas gripped his scythe with both hands, his gaze never wavering, his focus locked on the creature.

When the mutant was within striking distance, Silas swung his scythe with every ounce of force he could muster. The blade connected, producing another deafening clang as the creature was pushed back several meters. Yet, despite the force of the blow, it remained unscathed.

\'There\'s no way I can hurt this creature while it\'s in that form. I need a new strategy. And I\'m running out of time,\' Silas thought, frustration mingling with the urgency of his situation.

[One minute left until Apex rampage mode ends]