Leon navigated through the eerie halls of the berserk dungeon, his sharp senses constantly alert for any danger. The adrenaline coursing through his veins kept him focused, and he was growing more exhilarated with each battle. After defeating countless monsters—ranging from packs of snarling wolves to towering golems—he finally heard the unmistakable clash of steel in the distance.
"Ariel," he muttered, his lips curling into a grin.
Quickening his pace, Leon rounded a corner and stepped into a vast chamber illuminated by faint, pulsating red crystals embedded in the walls. At the center of the room stood Ariel, her golden hair flowing like a radiant banner as she wielded her sword with precision and grace.
Her opponent was a horde of monsters—a mix of grotesque ghouls, snarling ogres, and slithering serpentine creatures. Despite being outnumbered, Ariel moved like a seasoned warrior, her blade cutting through the air in swift, deadly arcs.