Thorn grunted as he lashed out with his bone whip arm, slicing through one of the grotesque figures bearing down on him.
The creature screamed, a high pitched wail of fractured soul energy, as the whip severed its torso. It collapsed into vapor mid-charge, vanishing like mist under sunlight.
That was one of the many energy clones that the Leviathans had spewed to keep the weaker members of the party as they ganged up on Ren and Lilith. After all, they'd taken care to separate the two, but not everybody.
The clones were much smaller than the actual Leviathans, but what they lacked in size, they made up with numbers. Another evidence that the Deep was not unchanging. It really did have a sense of preservation.
Another clone leapt at him from the side. Thorn spun, the bone whip snapping forward like a snake and smashing into its jaw. Soul-blood splattered the ground. It retaliated with a burst of tendrils, wrapping around his legs.
"Zuzu!"
