Canna's heart raced as he stood amidst the dimly lit dungeon floor, the air thick with anticipation.
Beside him, Mortem and Vorgrim stood poised, their gazes sharp and focused. They were about to face a formidable challenge—a test of their strength and teamwork.
Five low-calamity monsters loomed before them, their grotesque forms casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. Each creature exuded a menacing aura, a testament to their primal ferocity. Among them, a towering figure stood—a mid-calamity monster, its eyes gleaming with primal intelligence.
Canna gripped his scythe tightly, feeling its reassuring weight in his hands. It wasn't a legendary weapon, but a sturdy scythe nonetheless, crafted for battle in the depths where steel alone might falter.
