Asura hardly noticed the change in his body, the System message let him know a bit more than just the limber feeling. But his Stamina was gone, so he couldn't use any skills until the Poison was gone. But the more poison damage he took the more of a resistance he built. There was too much shit to keep track of, nevermind retreating from a horde of undead. Trent was pretty much out of it, huffing and puffing while trying to speak.

[color=red]"You can blame the previous boss of it. He was like us except he fucked with the wrong guy."[/color] He growled out, that was probably the only difference. A typical dungeon probably didn't have so much mentality to work with, Rattleskull hadn't exactly been the most intelligent of beings. A human mind probably fed a dungeon core better than 'Smash all dat not gob.'.

Still despite dragging the human teen they were making good progress. Mother Slime was leading the way, Ardur and Steve were keeping the undead slowed in the back. The spider making it hard for the monsters to move while Ardur pelted them with rocks and the critters kept piling onto each other. Well the dungeon core may have had some intelligence, but it clearly couldn't make its minions smarter. Probably only provided basic commands.

Ardur decided to get fire mixed into it, so he chucked Trent's torch at the writhing pile of undead. He didn't know how long that would last, it took a lot to get a body burning. [color=red]"Don't fall behind, we need to leave and recuperate!"[/color] He called out to the pair, getting separated would be dangerous since they had some dead weight right now. Hell another good push at full strength would probably finish this place up and return it to normal. Assuming the habitat would ever recover from such heavy slaughter.