Leon stood amidst a horde of snarling orc brutes, their crude weapons glinting in the dim, eerie light of the berserk dungeon. The air was thick with tension, but the beastman prince remained calm, his sharp golden eyes scanning his enemies. His muscular frame seemed to hum with raw power as arcs of golden lightning danced across his body, crackling like an untamed storm.
In his right hand, he held his Stormfang Dagger, a weapon imbued with the essence of lightning itself. A SS rank artifact.
The blade glowed faintly, as if eager to taste the blood of its foes.
One of the orcs, a massive brute wielding a spiked club, roared and charged at him, its heavy footfalls shaking the ground.
Leon smirked, his voice laced with confidence. "Alright, big guy. Let's dance."