With a battle cry that shook the very foundations of the dungeon, the S-ranks charged towards the boss monster.
Their weapons gleamed with deadly intent, their eyes burning with determination.
But just as the two sides were about to clash, a cold, disdainful voice rang out from the shadows, cutting through the cacophony of battle:
"Tch, this is a waste of my time."
As the voice cut through the din of battle, a powerful gust of wind tore through the dungeon, almost as if the very air itself was rushing to obey its command.
And in the next instant, a shadowy figure appeared before the boss, its speed and agility defying belief.
The S-ranks, caught off-guard by the sudden intervention, stopped in their tracks.
Their eyes widened in shock as they tried to make out the identity of the newcomer.
In the silence that followed, the figure's identity became clear.
