The knight's armor was slashed apart once more, its body collapsing lifelessly onto the ground. Everyone watched in silence, their breaths heavy.

  "Finally… it's over," Nyx muttered, wiping sweat from her forehead.

  But Vex didn’t relax. Something felt off.

  Clink.

  A sharp, metallic sound echoed through the dungeon. The knight’s body twitched—then, piece by piece, its armor pulled itself back together.

  “What a monster,” Celia whispered in disbelief.

  “Why won’t he just die?” Nyx cursed.

  Orion clenched his teeth, his frustration boiling over. "FUCK! He just keeps regenerating!"

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  Garrik cracked his knuckles. "Let's see how long he can keep this up."

  Lysara, who had been casting spell after spell, furrowed her brows. "Something’s wrong… my magic isn’t affecting him." She bit her lip. "Does his core have infinite mana?"

  Orion's golden eyes narrowed. "Not just infinite mana—he has infinite stamina too." His blade clashed against the knight’s armor again and again, but the creature didn’t falter.

  Celia, dodging an incoming strike, turned to Orion. "You're a hitman. You've fought monsters before. You must know some weakness we can exploit!"

  Orion scoffed between attacks. "How old do you think I am? This is my first time seeing something like this!"

  Celia smirked. "I don’t know… 160 years?"

  Orion faltered for a moment. "Huh?"

  Celia, still dodging, continued teasing. "Centuries, maybe?"

  Orion, thoroughly annoyed, growled. "Shut up and keep attacking!"

  Garrik seized the moment, grabbing the knight’s head and slamming it into the ground with all his strength. The dungeon shook from the impact.

  Yet, in mere seconds, the knight's body reformed.

  Before anyone could react, the monster moved.

  With blinding speed, its sword sliced through Orion’s longsword. A flash of steel. A crimson arc.

  Orion was sent flying, crashing into the stone wall with a deep wound carved across his chest.

  "Orion!" Lysara cried out, dashing toward him.

  Celia, her heart pounding, rushed after her. "Is he okay?!"

  Lysara trembled as she pressed her hands against Orion’s wound, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "His condition is… very delicate."

  Something in Celia snapped.

  With rage burning in her veins, she charged at the knight—her attacks now fueled by pure fury.