Deep within the darkest abyss of the berserk dungeon, where the air was thick with miasma and the very ground pulsed with corrupt energy, Incursio stood tall.
Her white hair danced in the cold, deathly wind, her amber eyes glowing with an unholy light. Her grip on her black sword tightened as she stared down her enemies—
Two monstrous, mutated Minotaurs.
These were no ordinary dungeon beasts.
Standing at four meters tall, their hulking frames were covered in cracked obsidian armor, veins pulsing with molten lava. Their four burning eyes gleamed with unrestrained rage, and massive, jagged horns protruded from their skulls, exuding a terrifying aura of destruction.
They were behemoths, their muscular limbs thicker than tree trunks, each step causing the ground to shatter beneath their weight. One wielded a colossal battle-axe, crackling with black lightning, while the other held a spiked war hammer, dripping with poisonous fumes.
