(Samuel's POV)
As the SYSTEM ALERT flashed before , the gravity of the situation hit hard.
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[SYSTEM ALERT!]
⚠ URGENT NOTICE ⚠
A High-Rank Dungeon Anomaly has been detected near your location.
Dungeon: The Forgotten Abyss
Rank: ???
Threat Level: UNSTABLE
Special Condition: Dungeon Core Missing
Recomnded Action: Extre Caution. Enter at Your Own Risk.
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I read the notification again, my mind racing. The dungeon was unpredictable, with a missing core, and that uncertainty made the threat level off the charts.
I looked at Henry, his face as serious as mine. We knew this wasn't just any dungeon—this was an unstable abyss that had the potential to tear us apart.
I clenched my fists. Most of my attacks would likely be useless in this kind of situation. Powers like my Breath of Destruction or Devourer of Titans could beco unpredictable, especially without full control over the environnt.
But then... I rembered sothing.
"At least my human heart and my black heart are still beating," I whispered to myself.
The essence of Samuel Gebb was still inside , driving forward. And along with that, my Martial Arts skills—sharpened over countless lifetis—were still my greatest weapon.
That was what had kept alive. What would keep alive now.
I locked eyes with Henry, feeling the power of our rged existence.
"Whatever cos next, we fight with everything we've got."
He nodded.
"No more holding back."
We stepped further into the abyss, the air thick with malevolent energy. The dungeon wasn't just a place of monsters—it was a living, breathing entity, hungry for destruction.
My instincts were screaming at to stay alert. The unknown presence I felt earlier was now palpable, like eyes on the back of my skull.
I took a deep breath and focused. Martial arts weren't just about physical strength—they were about control, timing, and awareness.
And right now, that would be enough.
I moved—silent, calculating—every step careful, every muscle coiled for the strike. The Forgotten Abyss was waiting for us, but we weren't walking into this blindly.
We were ready for it.
As we stepped deeper into the Forgotten Abyss, the atmosphere grew heavier.
The air was thick with an ancient, decaying power, and the distant sounds of growling and scraping claws echoed from the dark corners of the dungeon.
Ahead of us, I could see a pack of monsters, their eyes glowing an unnatural, malevolent red.
They were nothing like anything we'd encountered before—twisted, grotesque creatures that looked like they had been shaped by the dungeon itself.
I didn't hesitate.
My hand went to my Abyssal Gauntlets. I pulled them out from my inventory, the familiar weight settling in my palms.
These legendary gauntlets were capable of breaking the very fabric of reality.
I imdiately fell into a fighting stance, my body fluid and poised for battle.
The monsters charged, their twisted bodies moving with unnatural speed, but I was already ahead of them—calculating, anticipating their movents.
Beside , Henry was already in motion. He didn't bother with any hesitation either.
His Sword of the First Dawn glead in the dim light of the dungeon as he effortlessly unsheathed it.
Even though his divine powers were suppressed, his swordsmanship was still lethal.
I watched as Henry's blade whistled through the air, cutting down one of the monsters with precise, calculated strikes.
Each movent was flawless, as if he had perfected the art of the sword for lifetis.
I grinned. Henry's sword skills were no joke, and despite the suppression of his divine abilities, he was still a monster with that blade.
The monsters closed in, but I didn't need to hold back.
I swung my Abyssal Gauntlets, sending shockwaves of destructive energy through the air. The first creature that tried to charge was obliterated in an instant, its body torn apart by the sheer force of my punch.
I didn't stop.
The monsters were fast, but they were no match for our precision.
As I moved through the pack, I used my Martial Arts to redirect their attacks and counter with brutal force, breaking bones, shattering skulls.
Each strike was a perfect combination of raw power and refined technique, just like I had practiced through countless lifetis.
Henry wasn't far behind. With every swing of his sword, monsters were cleaved in half. His strikes were perfectly tid, each one landing with devastating efficiency.
It was a brutal dance.
And we were in sync.
We tore through the pack like a storm, our movents fluid and unrelenting.
But then, the final monster erged from the shadows, larger and more twisted than the others. It howled, a guttural, ear-splitting sound that rattled the very bones of the dungeon.
I looked at Henry.
"Get ready. This one's going to be a challenge."
Henry gave a knowing smirk, his sword raised.
"Bring it on."
Together, we prepared to face whatever this boss had in store. The fight had only just begun.
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