Inside the Dungeon
Arya's chest heaved. Every breath burned like fire in his lungs. His mana was running low—too low. His muscles ached, his vision blurred at the edges, and every movement felt heavier than the last.
'If they land even one more clean hit… it's over.'
He clenched his jaw. He had never expected to be pushed this far—not in this battle, not today.
'Damn it… I thought I could handle this alone. I thought I was ready. But this… this boss isn't just S-rank. He's beyond that. Maybe even SS or higher.'
Arya glanced at the four elite orcs slowly advancing again. Their glowing red eyes were locked onto him like a pack of bloodthirsty hounds. Their blades dragged across the ground, carving trails through stone. One wrong move… and he'd be torn apart.
'I need to take them down fast. One by one. If I let them surround me again… I won't survive.'
