As the Commander collapsed, the remaining Warriors froze in absolute terror. Igris didn't give them a chance to retreat. He surged into their ranks, a blur of crimson and steel, until the encampment was utterly silent.
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'Huff... Huff...'
Igris stood before the massive stone doors of the central palace. His breathing was heavy, and his clothes were soaked in green blood.
The entrance stood like a monument to death, decorated with human skulls and beast trophies. From within came a deep, rumbling growl—a sound that promised absolute violence.
Igris wiped the blood from his mouth, kicked the massive stone doors open, and stepped inside.
The throne room was illuminated by flickering torches. Sitting upon a throne of crushed bones and metal was the Dungeon Boss.
It was completely different from the T-Rex monsters outside.
