Melty had not retreated.
Kaiden’s loyal pet had breached the magma after the runt the way she breached the magma after any kill that had gotten airborne, full Dreadwyrm vertical, broken jaw trailing wet plate behind her into the air.
Her remaining upper jaw had come down on the runt’s exposed flank at the apex of her breach. Her foreclaws, the long curved hooks the evolution had grown along her forelimbs at Mid-Tier to anchor her purchase on basalt, had raked across the runt’s hide along its dorsal line as gravity caught her on the way back down. Her tail, the heavy weighted end she used to crack basalt boulders apart in her hunting, slammed across the runt’s back on the same fall.
The runt’s hide had absorbed it and kept drinking.
Melty had hit the magma again with one of her sisters’ breaches already arcing past her on the way up.
Two more Dreadwyrms breached on the same heartbeat from different angles, and the Magmashaper at the upper bend committed her shaping to drag the floating runt back down. The pod went onto the feeder ferociously, every angle covered.
The runt did not slow.
The Magmashaper’s pull did not register against the runt’s draw. The Dreadwyrms’ breaches scored its hide and skipped off because the hide had reached a temperature their teeth could not bite through.
It was the right read. It was too late.
The other quadrupeds in the column, who had been holding along the upper bend in formation while the runt fed, dropped their disguise. Every one of them was the same creature in pre-feed form. They moved in a coordinated wedge across the cooling crust where the river had receded, the magma in the upper sectors having drained far enough by then to expose walkable basalt under it, and they crossed down toward the floating runt to form a perimeter around it.
They positioned themselves between the bank and the airspace Melty’s pod was breaching into.
Melty’s sisters had been below the river’s surface in melee, the runt had been in the air above it, and the wall of column bodies between them now intercepted every Dreadwyrm breach mid-arc.
The pod could not reach the runt anymore, and it kept on drinking.
The column had advanced down the spiral as the river receded under their feet, opening more walkable basalt with every meter of magma the central feeder swallowed, and Melty’s pod had been driven backward along the receding line because the medium they fought in was being removed underneath them faster than they could keep up.
The dungeon’s memory closed.
Kaiden was back in the chokehold a heartbeat later, the channel’s history seated in his head as fact.
His brain caught up.

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