A Half-Ice Elf, Perhaps

Raegar continued traveling through the dungeon and only ran into goblins, which were driving him crazy. After an hour of walking, he saw daylight, only to realize he had fallen into ruins.

'Thank god for that, I'm not sure if I can fight a boss,' he thought.

When stepping out of the cave, the sun blinded him, but the sound of rushing water reached his ears. Raegar smiled before approaching it while muttering. ''At least I can wash myself now. I feel grimy.''

Five minutes later, Atlas reached the river, the sound of rushing water filling the air. He scanned the surroundings, ensuring everything was secure before he removed his armor, piece by piece.

The weight of the battle and the day's chaos seemed to lift with each motion. He stepped into the cool water, feeling the refreshing chill wash over him. Slowly, he scrubbed away the dirt and grime of battle, letting the river cleanse both his body and his mind.