Scythe & Shadows: The Reapers Awakening

The sound of deep, slow breathing rumbled through the dungeon corridors. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the sheer presence of whatever was lurking deeper inside.

Yami exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Alright, big guy, let's see what you've got."

He stepped forward, his boots echoing off the cold stone floor. The deeper in he went, the thicker the darkness became. It was not just an absence of light—this was something odd, almost alive.

Then he beheld it.

A massive, black-furred beast sat curled in the center of a wide-open chamber, its glowing purple eyes staring right at him. Its hulking frame was at least twice the size of an ogre, its razor-sharp claws gleaming even in the dim dungeon light.

A Nightmare Fenrir.

Yami let out a low whistle. "Didn't expect to fight a legendary-class monster this early."

The beast growled, its breath fogging the air. The entire dungeon trembled as it rose slowly to its feet, muscles rippling beneath its black fur.

Then—

BOOM!

The Fenrir vanished in a cloud of speed.

Yami had just enough time to react.

Phantom Step.

He blinked in time, the Fenrir's claws tearing through the air where he stood. The wind pressure alone shattered cracks bursting through the stone walls.

Reappearing a few feet away, Yami clicked his tongue. "Fast for something that big."

The Fenrir's eyes glowed brighter—then, with a low snarl, its shadow spread across the floor, rippling like liquid.

Yami's instincts screamed. Something's coming—

SHING!

The shadows beneath him shot upward, forming spears of pure darkness.

Yami twisted mid-air, narrowly dodging as the spikes sliced through his coat. He landed on one of the dungeon walls and kicked off, propelling himself straight toward the beast.

"Let's see how tough your fur really is."

His scythes flashed, carving through the air—

CLANG!

The blades bounced off the Fenrir's hide.

Yami's eyes widened. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."

The beast grinned—then whipped its tail, slamming into Yami's side and sending him flying.

CRASH!

He smashed into the dungeon wall, coughing as dust filled the air. His ribs ached, but he stayed on his feet.

"Alright," Yami snarled, wiping blood from his lip. "I see how it is."

The Fenrir crouched low, its claws sparking with dark energy, ready to spring.

Yami grinned. "Let's get serious, then."

Dark mist began swirling around him.

The fight was far from finished.