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Salvador wasn't yet resorting to pan-forma again, but Mevox was holding onto his back while the man grabbed the thrashing monsters as if they were no more unwieldy than beach balls and started freezing them again. He managed to keep their faces pointed away from him, so they weren't spewing fire and acid on him this time.

The monsters themselves had indeed shapeshifted, however. They were furrier now and more mole-like, though they still had far too many legs to look anything like normal animals.

But Hector didn't see Chort. Was it still underground? Trying to weave that storm together while its children distracted them?

Yeah, that seemed likely. And the spawn were as resilient as before, of course, being difficult little bastards.

But they weren't impossible to deal with. Hector started collecting them again, and the others were quickly beginning to overwhelm them with freezing tactics.

It was the Beast who was at a disadvantage, right now. If Chort didn't do something soon, all of its spawn would be captured.

In a spare thought process, Hector was just observing their densely compacted battleground with the Scarf and waiting. The Beast of Lorent might've been an insane, otherworldly monster with an almost unrecognizable value system, but Hector hadn't gotten the impression that Chort was actually stupid.

He was certain that Chort would make a big move soon.

Wait a minute.

How many of it spawn were up here, right now? It was difficult to count exact numbers in the midst of all this mayhem. Most of the monsters up here kept digging back into the ground and then popping up again elsewhere, which confused things even more. No doubt, they wanted to make it as difficult for Hector to target them with his orbiting boxes as possible--and it was kind of working, though he was still able to occasionally snag one here and there.