(Heartfelt thanks to 'Fallen Angel hellangel', 'Pokémon', 'Star God', 'qiliss', 'Falling Snow Saint', and 'Resentment and Wish' for their rewards!)
A roar that made even the air tremble echoed through the Dungeon shrouded in thick mist.
This was the twelfth floor of the Dungeon.
A fierce battle was underway on this mist-filled floor.
Bell, short sword in hand, kicked off the ground and charged into the pack of monsters like an arrow released from its bow.
They were a group of massive, pig-headed, beast-bodied orcs.
There were not many of them, only around a dozen.
Yet even just this dozen or so orcs were definitely not something a Level 1 adventurer could handle.
But Bell fearlessly charged forward, his short sword slicing repeatedly through the air and sending out streaks of chilling blade light that swept across the orcs' bloated bodies.
"Splat—splat—splat—!"
Along with the sound of tearing fabric, the cold blade light effortlessly cut through the orcs' huge bodies, splitting thick flesh and hacking through their tough hides. Savage wounds burst open across them, spraying blood into the air.
The orcs roared in pain, but their injuries only drove them into a greater frenzy. Gripping thick clubs in their hands, they swung them wildly at the approaching adventurer.
But before that could happen, Bell had already darted away with his extraordinary speed, scampering off like a rabbit and letting the clubs slam heavily into the ground, kicking up dull booms and clouds of dust.
Bell weaved through the swirling dust at an astonishing speed, moving like lightning. Every time he darted in front of an orc, he left a fresh, blood-spraying wound on its enormous body, and the orcs' agonized howls rang out without end.
In the distance, Noah and the girls of the Loki Familia watched the scene