The crimson light of the dungeon still pulsed. After the relentless battle with the shadow knights and the Reaper, Rex stood tall, exhausted but unbroken. His body was battered and bleeding — proof that he had pushed his limits to the edge.
The Reaper stepped forward, swinging its massive scythe, but it was slower now. Rex's eyes darkened as he gathered every ounce of his power.
"Arise!" he shouted.
Suddenly, a burst of light erupted from the dungeon's dark depths. The Reaper, despite its massive size, fell to one knee. It felt his power, sensed his will… and submitted to him.
Rex slammed his sword to the ground and took a deep breath. He spoke the word "Arise" one more time. The Reaper's crimson eyes trembled and shifted.
"Master… I am under your command."
Rex lifted his sword and gave the creature its first order:
— "Clean the dungeon. Then protect it."
The Reaper nodded, its deep, resonant voice replying:
"Master… I am at your service."
Rex took a step forward. The crimson light of the dungeon calmed, and the shadows fell silent. He was tired — but victorious.
And in that moment, he realized: He was no longer just a survivor.
He was a hunter.
And now, he had a loyal S-Rank monster by his side.
The dungeon lay quiet. Amid the blood and shadows, Rex stood tall.
He had won.
And from this moment on, no one could stand in his way.