I started the wave, whupped through all the anomalies, but then I found spatial masters. They weren’t exactly tough, but it took me three days to reach the fifth deviant.

I pulled out Autarch’s Defiance. After a basic assessment, it turned out it had a chipped scale in its stomach, which I took advantage of.

I put a trapped spear in the ground, so when the deviant ran over it, it hit the scale. Soon enough, the deviant was missing a scale. I put a harpoon in the cut.

The deviant ran at me, screeching. I put a spare sword between two scales.

I pulled up, kind of like a lever. The scale flew off, being portalled into my soul house.

I put blade of death in the wound, creating a gap between head and body.

“Rot away, dead body.”

That sealed the deal. I took all its scales and started the next wave. It was easy until the last spatial master.

It held a staff, reminding me of a necromancer I had once fought when I was eleven. “When the four elements collide, the dragon approaches.”

“Does the dragon have obesity,” I asked after the dragon approached slowly.

“You will die, and you will die.”

Both the dragon and master fell to the ground, dead.

It was deviant time.