The Syrcax

ROOAARRR!!

A deafening roar echoed through the realm as six Grade 3 Chimptants charged toward Silas, who stood his ground, his scythe gripped tightly in his right hand. His expression remained cold and resolute, his gaze unwavering as the monstrous creatures approached.

A few meters away, Ava and the rest of their group watched in silence, their eyes wide with awe and disbelief. Ever since they entered the realm, their sole role had been to observe while Silas single-handedly dispatched the mutants. Each battle they witnessed only reinforced the conclusion they had reached—Silas was undoubtedly the strongest individual they had ever encountered.

The ground trembled slightly under the relentless pounding of the Chimptants' feet. Drool dripped from their gaping mouths, their eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. As they closed the distance, their razor-sharp claws extended, ready to tear Silas apart.