The air on this floor of the berserk dungeon was thick with malice, vibrating with the low growls and roars of monsters. The dim, flickering light from the dungeon's crystals reflected off bloodthirsty eyes. Hundreds of monsters charged forward—orc generals, corrupted minotaurs, hulking ogres, and various abominations born of chaos energy.
At the forefront stood two women, their auras radiating power and confidence. Sakuya, with her twin katanas shimmering in the faint light, smirked. The shadows around her seemed to bend to her will, swirling and coalescing into a menacing shroud.
Beside her, Luna, the saintess, was a stark contrast. Her body glowed with a divine golden aura, the light forming intricate patterns on her skin. Her gloves shimmered with a blend of Water and Light magic, the elements dancing around her like celestial flames. Her smile was anything but saintly—it was the grin of someone ready to unleash holy retribution.