The first light of dawn crept over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. Amid the blood-soaked fields of Vedangiri, Aamir stood panting, his sword dripping with the dark blood of the last beast. Around him, the air still shimmered with the aftereffects of battle — the scent of burnt earth, the tang of iron, and the low, fading growls of defeated creatures.
With one final swing, Aamir struck down the last remaining beast.
As its massive body crashed to the ground, a sharp buzz pierced his mind. He staggered slightly, blinking rapidly as a translucent crimson screen materialized before his eyes.
Ding!
Level Up!
Host: Aamir Singh
Level: 24
Aamir glanced at the stat screen, his heart swelling with pride. Level 24... it wasn't much, but it was a step closer.
"One day," he thought, "this system will make me strong enough to protect everyone. I just need to keep pushing forward."
