"This... could be it," one of them murmured, clutching their weapon in anticipation.
For a fleeting moment, even the Dungeon Boss seemed surprised—just a hint of something unfamiliar flashed across its unreadable face. But only for an instant. No one else saw it. The giant beast was unfazed.
"Ready to meet your grave?" Kyle's voice cut through the air, steely and confident. Without another word, he launched himself at the Dungeon Boss, moving with such speed that his form was little more than a blur. The wind around him whistled and screamed as it compressed, forming a dense cocoon of air pressure that wrapped around him like armor.
