Guts and blood
The unending cavern's stone flooring was painted in dreadful colors of red, and the air was filled with a foul stink.
The fourth floor had devolved into an unsettling slaughter scene, with lifeless monster corpses thrown indiscriminately in every conceivable direction, while some monsters hid away from him.
Of course, most of them first decided to fight back; after all, a monster's basic urge was to kill, consume, and evolve; nevertheless, the boy they were up against was far too wild.
Every monster that tried to battle him was either ripped apart by his spear or exploded and scorched by his flames.
A young boy lay in the midst of the turmoil and dead bodies, his chest rising and falling with the rhythm of worn-down breaths. His body lay sprawled on the ground, testimony to the arduous battle he had just fought.
