Bonus chapter: Graimore knight;The Beast

In the midst of the chaos and despair that gripped the realm, a figure emerged who would be forever etched in my memory—an embodiment of raw power and primal strength. Charon, known as the Beast Woman, commanded a presence that demanded both respect and awe. Her very essence seemed to resonate with the untamed forces of the world, as if she were a force of nature personified.

At first glance, Charon's appearance was striking, to say the least. Her eyes, with a feral gleam that held centuries of untold stories, reflected the burning intensity of her spirit. A mane of wild, flowing hair framed her face, each strand seeming to hold a piece of the wilderness within it. But it was her physique that truly set her apart—an impressive blend of human and beast, a testament to her otherworldly origins.

Her skin bore the markings of battles fought and won, scars that told tales of her encounters with the darkest corners of the realm. But it was her aura of power that truly captivated those who dared to stand in her presence. Charon's very aura seemed to pulse with a primal energy, an untamed force that defied the constraints of mere mortals.

As a warrior, Charon was a force to be reckoned with. Her physical prowess was unmatched, her muscles rippling beneath her skin with every movement. When she swung her massive weapon—a colossal blade that seemed to be an extension of her very being—the air itself seemed to tremble in response. The sheer weight of her strikes could cleave through armor and bone with an ease that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring.

But it wasn't just her physical might that set Charon apart; it was her connection to the very essence of the wild. When she fought, it was as if the spirits of the forest and the beasts themselves were guiding her movements. Her strikes were precise yet primal, each swing a testament to the instincts that coursed through her veins.

And then there were the whispers—the whispers that spoke of Charon's ability to transform into a beastly form, tapping into her most primal instincts. Though I never witnessed this transformation myself, the tales were enough to send shivers down my spine. The thought of Charon harnessing the strength and savagery of the wilderness was both a marvel and a chilling prospect.

Charon's power went beyond the physical realm. She possessed an innate connection to the magic that flowed through the world, a connection that defied the limitations of her appearance. Her spells were a fusion of brute force and wild energy, each incantation carrying the weight of nature's fury.

But perhaps what struck me the most about Charon was her unwavering loyalty to the cause. Despite her intimidating presence, there was a fierce kindness that burned within her—a kindness directed at those who fought alongside her, those who dared to stand against the encroaching darkness. Her camaraderie with the Sword Kings and her dedication to the realm's survival were unwavering, a testament to the depth of her character.

In "Reincarnated as the weakest sorcerer: A Sorcerer's Tragedy," the intense power of Charon, the Beast Woman, is a force to be reckoned with. Her primal strength, unyielding determination, and ability to channel the raw forces of nature set her apart as a warrior unlike any other. Charon's connection to the wild and her loyalty to the cause make her an indelible presence in the midst of the realm's tragedy.