The battlefield, once filled with endless waves of weaker monsters, suddenly grew eerily silent. The thick miasma of the berserk dungeon curled through the air like living tendrils, and from the depths of the corrupted dungeon, something monstrous emerged.
A colossal figure, towering over the battlefield at nearly twenty meters tall, its hulking body forged from obsidian-like rock, covered in runes of cursed flame that pulsed a deep crimson. Its four muscular arms, each wielding a different elemental weapon, crackled with chaotic energy—a blazing greatsword, an icy halberd, a storm-infused spear, and a shadowy flail.
Its skull-like face, adorned with four demonic horns, split open into a jagged grin, revealing rows of molten fangs. Its eyes, burning with primordial fury, locked onto Gracier, sensing her immense flame affinity—a direct challenge to its dominion.
"An Ifrit Tyrant…?!" Maria gasped, recognizing the creature. An SS rank monster.
