The familiar glow of the system space enveloped Rivyn as he appeared in the now-customary white void. His body felt charged, his strength amplified by the continuous battles and his relentless pursuit of improvement. Yet, standing before him, the manticores had also evolved. Their muscles appeared even more pronounced, their scorpion tails thicker and more menacing. The malice radiating from their crimson eyes was palpable, as though they remembered every time Rivyn had dared to challenge them.
Rivyn tightened his grip on his greatsword, his mind racing through strategies. He knew better than to underestimate these creatures; their intelligence and adaptability matched their ferocity. He was stronger now, with increased stats and refined skills, but the manticores' exponential growth kept them firmly on the edge of overwhelming him.
