{Jin's POV}
---
We stood on the eighth floor, staring dead ahead at a massive, featureless wall of solid limestone.
About fifty yards down the tunnel to our left loomed the colossal, iron-wrought double doors of the boss chamber.
Scarlet let out a low, breath, her ears twitching.
"Why aren't we going through the gate?" she whispered, her emerald eyes locked on the iron doors. "It's right there."
"Because Rolf isn't an idiot," Edric replied.
He didn't even look at the doors, keeping his eyes fixed on the blank stone wall in front of us.
"He knows exactly how we fight. It's obvious he'll have set up a trap at the main entrance."
Then he took a slow step back, his hand drifting to the hilt of his sword.
"We're making our own door. Brace yourselves."
I didn't need to be told twice. And used debug vision, editing my neural processing speed.
A sharp, icy spike drove directly into the base of my skull. I gritted my teeth as the world around me instantly sharpened.
