Let's Train Heroine

Lucan descended into the depths of the dungeon, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. He knew exactly where the Black Knight would be waiting—the ninth floor, the deepest part of the dungeon.

His mind was a calm as he made his way down. The ring on his finger, a dull silver band with an intricate design, began to glow faintly. The Pride Ring, amplifying his already immense physical power.

As he reached the stairway to the seventh floor, a horde of twisted creatures rushed at him, their eyes wild with hunger. They were grotesque, misshapen things with too many limbs and gnashing teeth. But Lucan didn't falter. He met the first creature head-on, his fist connecting with its skull in a blur of motion.

The creature's head exploded with a sickening crunch, and its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Another beast lunged at him from the side, but Lucan was faster. He pivoted, his fist crashing into its chest with such force that its ribcage shattered inward, the creature collapsing in a heap. He continued forward, every punch a death sentence.

He wasn't holding back—not this time. Each enemy that crossed his path was obliterated in a single, devastating blow. The Pride Ring's glow intensified with every kill, amplifying his strength further. Lucan could feel the power coursing through him.

The eighth floor came and went in a blur of blood and bone. Lucan's face remained expressionless, his mind focused solely on the task ahead. The enemies were mere obstacles.

Finally, he reached the stairway leading down to the ninth floor. The air here was different, heavier. Lucan didn't hesitate. He descended the steps, his hand brushing the hilt of his sword.

The ninth floor was a vast chamber, lit only by the faint glow of torches lining the walls. The Black Knight stood in the center, a hulking figure clad in pitch-black armor, its surface gleaming with a malevolent sheen. In one hand, he dragged a woman, her once-beautiful face now a grotesque mask of agony. Her eye dangled from its socket, her nose crushed flat, and a gaping hole marred her chest.

Lucan's gaze flicked over the woman without a trace of emotion. She was already dead, her body a broken shell. It wasn't her he had come for. His eyes locked onto the Black Knight.

The Black Knight noticed Lucan and tossed the woman's body aside like a ragdoll. She hit the ground with a sickening thud.

The Black Knight raised his massive sword, its edge glinting in the dim light. With a roar, he charged at Lucan, the ground shaking under his heavy steps. Lucan stood his ground, his expression unreadable as the sword came crashing down on his shoulder.

The blade met Lucan's body with a deafening clang, but it didn't cut. It didn't even leave a scratch. The Pride Ring's glow flared, its power absorbing the force of the blow. Lucan didn't move, didn't so much as blink. He simply tilted his head, his eyes narrowing in disdain as he stared at the Black Knight.

"Is that all?" Lucan's voice was low, cold with contempt.

The Black Knight hesitated, confusion flickering in his hollow eyes. Lucan's hand shot out, gripping the blade of the sword. The metal groaned under the pressure of his grasp, and with a sudden twist, Lucan snapped the blade in two as if it were nothing more than brittle wood.

The Black Knight stumbled back, shock evident even through the impassive mask of his helmet. But Lucan wasn't finished. He tossed the broken sword aside and lunged at the Black Knight, his fist connecting with the armored chestplate.

The force of the punch sent the Black Knight flying across the chamber, his body slamming into the stone wall with a resounding crash. The armor buckled under the impact, a spiderweb of cracks spreading across its surface.

Lucan followed, his movements swift and relentless. He grabbed the Black Knight by the arm and twisted, the sickening snap of bone echoing through the chamber as the limb was torn from its socket. The Black Knight howled in pain, but Lucan silenced him with a brutal punch to the helmet, the metal denting inward as the Black Knight's head snapped to the side.

"You thought you could get away with this?" Lucan's voice was a dangerous as he drove his knee into the Black Knight's abdomen, the armor crumpling under the force. "You thought you could take what's mine and live?"

He didn't wait for a response—not that the Black Knight could give one. Lucan's assault was merciless, his fists a blur as he pounded the Black Knight into the ground. Every punch shattered bone, crushed armor, reduced the once-mighty figure to a pitiful heap of metal and dust of bones.

The Black Knight's remaining arm was next, snapped off like a twig. Then Lucan turned his attention to the legs, breaking them one by one with savage precision. The Black Knight tried to crawl away, his body broken and useless, but Lucan wasn't done.

He grabbed the Black Knight by the chestplate, lifting him off the ground with ease. "You want to die, don't you?" Lucan's voice dripped with scorn as he slammed the Black Knight into the ground. "You want an end to this miserable existence."

The Black Knight's helmet rolled off, revealing the ghastly sight beneath. The creature wasn't even human—just a skeletal figure, its eyes nothing more than empty sockets. Lucan stared down at the skull, his lip curling in disgust.

"You don't deserve death," Lucan spat, "You deserve to suffer."

He drove his fist into the Black Knight's chest, shattering the ribcage and sending pieces of bone flying. Then, only skull left.

He gathered the other bones, and it's dust and then began to dig, his hands tearing into the earth with ease.

He buried the bones in deep underground, the skull positioned last, its hollow eyes staring up at the stone ceiling. The Black Knight would never move again, never feel again. He would be trapped in darkness for all eternity, conscious but powerless, his existence a never-ending torment.

Lucan stood over the buried skull.