Battlefield

As the cold wind whipped across the icy expanse, Seth stood his ground, gripping his pike tightly, his mind sharpening like a blade under a whetstone.

The bears thundered toward him, their roars echoing in the vast, desolate dungeon.

It was a sound that could send most running in fear, but Seth remained steady.

This was his battlefield, and he had no choice but to conquer it.

Zera's voice rang out in his mind, calm but charged with a sense of purpose.

[Initiating battle mode.]

The moment she spoke, a series of transformations rippled through Seth.

His vision sharpened as if the world had been peeled off its layers, revealing raw detail.

Colors grew more vivid, and distances seemed to compress; he could see the faint breath of the bears in the icy air, the minute twitch of their claws.

His golden eyes glowed faintly, a striking contrast to the pale terrain.