Rivyn stood in the blank expanse of white space, his breathing even and measured. The void around him offered no distractions, only silence-a perfect stage for the relentless battles that would come. The faint shimmer of the system's interface flashed to confirm his entry, and before he could even clench his grip on his greatsword, the air began to distort.
Three manticores emerged, their huge forms brimming with unrestrained ferocity. Their lion-like bodies rippled with muscle, their bat-like wings creating whirlwinds as they flexed, and their barbed tails oozed venom that hissed as it fell to the featureless floor. Their eyes gleamed with a cunning intelligence that spoke of countless battles.
Rivyn allowed himself a small breath before stepping forward, sword poised.
