Incursio's Rampage in the Abyssal Forest
Deep within the berserk dungeon, far beyond where Alex and the others had ventured, a lone figure stood amidst a forest shrouded in darkness. Towering, gnarled trees stretched toward the void-like sky, their twisted branches forming eerie silhouettes against the faint crimson glow seeping through the dense canopy. The air was thick with the scent of blood, death, and something far more insidious—the palpable malice of the creatures lurking within the cursed woodland.
Incursio stood motionless at the heart of this forsaken place, her white hair flowing like silk in the unnatural wind. Her crimson eyes gleamed with an eerie light, scanning the countless monsters that surrounded her. Hundreds of them, each more grotesque than the last—mutated wolves with barbed spines, six-eyed trolls wielding jagged bone clubs, and shadow wraiths that flickered in and out of existence, whispering maddening incantations.
