Chapter 106: Blood of the Fallen
Eri braced himself as the first wave of ogres charged. Their guttural roars filled the hall, reverberating off the stone walls like a cacophony of death. Each ogre was a mountain of muscle, wielding crude yet powerful weapons, their eyes locked onto Eri with primal hunger.
He had faced monsters before, but there was something different about this—about being here without his system. It was like a part of him had been stripped away, leaving him exposed, vulnerable. As the first ogre swung its club, Eri barely managed to dodge, the weapon smashing into the ground where he had just stood, sending shards of stone flying in all directions.