[Respawning...]
The familiar red haze clouded Rivyn's vision as his body reformed in the white expanse, the ground beneath him solidifying, the sensation of weight returning to his limbs. He wasn't surprised anymore; the cycle of life and death had become a strange routine. Each time he died, he felt the harsh pang of failure, but it was always brief. This wasn't the first time the system had thrown him into an impossible situation, and he was determined to overcome it.
The moment his vision cleared, Rivyn saw the five ogres standing before him, just as they had been before. Their hulking figures loomed over the stark, white landscape, grotesque and brutish, with their thick brown skin gleaming in the artificial light of the space. They didn't move, just stood lazily, their massive clubs resting on the ground.
"So, we meet again," Rivyn muttered, narrowing his eyes at the one closest to him.
