Inside the tower, the darkness was oppressive, almost tangible. The only light came from the faintly glowing symbols on the door behind them, casting eerie shadows along the rough stone walls. The hunters hesitated for a moment, their eyes adjusting to the dim light, before pressing forward into the unknown.The passageway was narrow, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. The walls seemed to close in on them, and the ceiling was so low that even the shorter hunters had to stoop slightly to avoid brushing their heads against it. The floor was uneven, covered in a thick layer of dust and debris that muffled their footsteps. The only sound was the soft crunch of their boots on the ground, echoing eerily in the confined space. It was as if the tower was absorbing the noise, swallowing it into the depths of its ancient structure.The further they ventured into the passageway, the more they felt the oppressive atmosphere of the tower weighing down on them. The walls see

William’s eyes narrowed as the demon rushed forward, closing the distance between them with terrifying speed. The air around them crackled with dark energy as the demon’s claws swiped through the air, aiming straight for William’s chest. But William was ready. He sidestepped at the last possible moment, feeling the whoosh of air as the claws sliced through empty space just inches from his body.With a swift motion, William countered, slashing his sword across the demon’s midsection. The blade cut deep, but the demon barely flinched, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as he turned to face William again."Is that all you’ve got, human?" the demon sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "You’ll have to do better than that if you hope to survive."William didn’t respond. His focus was entirely on the fight, his mind racing as he analyzed every move, every slight shift in the demon’s stance. This wasn’t just a battle of strength; it was a battle of wits, and William knew he had to

The hunters stumbled into the second floor, their bodies worn from the harrowing battle they had just survived. The passage had been a narrow, winding tunnel, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side. As they emerged into the new chamber, they instinctively spread out, taking in their surroundings with wary eyes. The second floor was a vast, open space, vastly different from the claustrophobic cave below. The ceiling was high, shrouded in shadows that gave the impression of endless height. The walls were smooth, almost polished, and they gleamed with an unnatural light that seemed to emanate from within the stone itself. The floor was flat and covered in a thin layer of dust, undisturbed by any signs of previous visitors. There was an eerie silence in the chamber, broken only by the hunters’ heavy breathing and the faint echoes of their footsteps as they fanned out, weapons drawn. The air was thick with tension, the kind that came with the knowledge that danger c

After a few minutes, William straightened, sheathing his sword as he addressed the group. "It’s time. Let’s find the entrance to the next floor."The hunters nodded in agreement, their determination renewed by William’s words. Despite the exhaustion that weighed heavily on their bodies, they knew they couldn’t afford to linger. The tower’s challenges were relentless, and the only way forward was through whatever trials awaited them on the next floor.They began to move through the chamber, carefully stepping over the bodies of the fallen goblins. The once fierce and terrifying creatures now lay still, their demonic weapons scattered across the bloodstained floor. The sight was a grim reminder of the battle they had just survived, but it also served as motivation. They had come this far, and they wouldn’t let anything stop them now.As they searched the chamber, their eyes scanning every corner for any sign of the entrance to the next floor, Mark spoke up. "There’s got to be somethin

William focused on one of the heads that had become too aggressive, its jaws snapping at him repeatedly. He baited it with a feint, drawing it in closer before lunging forward with a powerful slash. His sword, glowing with crimson energy, sliced through the thick scales, embedding itself deep into the serpent’s flesh. The head reared back, shrieking in pain, but William wasn’t done. He twisted the blade, channeling his blood magic into the wound, causing it to erupt in a shower of dark blood.The serpent roared in agony, thrashing wildly as it tried to dislodge William’s blade. But William held on, determined to finish the job. He summoned a spear made of blood magic in his free hand, its tip glowing with a deadly light. With a shout, he drove the spear into the serpent’s eye, piercing through the vulnerable organ and into the brain behind it.The head convulsed violently before finally going limp, its lifeless body slumping to the ground with a heavy thud. One down.The hunters che