Pioni stepped further into the dungeon, his heart pounding in his chest. The sight that met his eyes was beyond comprehension—a Whispering Ogre, larger and more malevolent than any he'd encountered before. Its cerulean hue, tinged with an otherworldly glow, seemed to radiate an aura of dread. Before Pioni's horrified gaze, the monstrous behemoth held Hiroshi's skull in a grip of deathly resolve, his friend's face etched in a mask of unyielding pain.
"No... No, stop it!" Pioni's voice cracked, a desperate plea against the unforgiving reality before him. But his cries fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the cruel symphony of bone against bone.
With sickening finality, the ogre tightened its hold, crushing Hiroshi's skull with a sickening crunch. Blood sprayed, a grotesque tableau of violence and horror. Pioni's soul-wrenching scream echoed through the chamber, a mournful lament for a friend lost to the merciless whims of fate.
"You... You monstrous beast!" Pioni's voice trembled with rage, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the blood that splattered the ground. In that moment, he was no longer a warrior driven by duty, but a vessel of seething fury.
With a roar that echoed through the abyss, Pioni unleashed his ultimate technique, "Counter Blade: Aura of the Sixth Command." The very air crackled with dark energy as a blade of obsidian blackness materialized in his hands. It pulsed with an eerie, malevolent aura, a testament to the depths of Pioni's anguish.
He lunged, the blade cleaving through the stifling darkness with an unstoppable force. Yet, in the twisted dance of fate, his strike met only air. The ogre, with a contemptuous glare, sidestepped the attack, evading the lethal blow. With a brutal retaliatory strike, the ogre's powerful kick sent Pioni hurtling, his body crashing into the unforgiving stone.
Pioni lay there, his breath ragged, ribs aching from the impact. He fought against the pain, determination and grief coursing through his veins. Slowly, he forced himself to rise, his trembling limbs a testament to the indomitable spirit that burned within him.
As his eyes focused on the nightmarish tableau before him, dread clawed at his heart. Kaito, once a beacon of camaraderie, now lay broken and bloodied, a macabre testament to the unrelenting cruelty of the abyss. The ogre, a monstrous specter of malevolence, reveled in its gruesome feast, relishing the crimson nectar that flowed from Kaito's shattered form.
Pioni's vision blurred with tears, his soul rent asunder by the horrors that unfolded before him. He was powerless, a witness to the unimaginable, a prisoner in the abyss. In that harrowing moment, he swore an oath—to his fallen comrades, to the bonds that had been forged in fire, and to avenge the unspeakable atrocities that stained the dungeon's cursed halls.