After finishing their rest and recovering their strength, Andrey led the team forward into the final floor. The air grew thicker with each step, carrying a faint, acrid smell that clung to the back of their throats. The walls were slick with moisture, and patches of pale, phosphorescent moss glowed faintly in the darkness.
Hope walked near the front, her greatsword resting on her shoulder, her eyes scanning the shadows ahead. "The mana density is increasing," she said quietly. "We're getting close to the boss chamber, but I can sense multiple smaller signatures ahead. This floor is heavily guarded."
Sein's lips curled into a cold smile. "I hope they put up a better fight than the others."
Sarah's eyes darted across the walls and ceiling. "Just don't let them surround us. These narrow corridors are perfect for ambushes."
