As the hunters stepped through the iron door, they found themselves in complete darkness. For a moment, it was as if they had been swallowed by the void, the silence so profound that even their breaths seemed muted. Then, slowly, a soft glow began to spread across the chamber, revealing the vast expanse of the First Floor of Death.The light emanated from unseen sources high above, gradually brightening until the entire chamber was illuminated. They found themselves standing in a massive cave, the ceiling so high that it disappeared into the shadows above.The walls were jagged and uneven, as if the cave had been carved by some ancient, violent force. Stalactites hung from the ceiling like the teeth of some great beast, while the floor was covered in uneven rocks and patches of slick, dark moss.In the center of the cave, directly under the brightest light, was a large stone platform. And upon that platform sat a figure that sent a chill down the spines of every hunter present.The de
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 darkness that enveloped the cave was absolute, swallowing every trace of light and sound. The hunters stood frozen, their hearts pounding in their chests as they stared into the pitch-black void. The air was thick with tension, every second stretching into an eternity. Carson clenched his fists, his knuckles white as he strained to see something—anything—through the suffocating darkness."William...?" Mark’s voice was a shaky whisper, barely audible in the oppressive silence. But there was no response, no sign that William had survived the devastating clash. The hunters exchanged nervous glances, the fear gnawing at them, threatening to consume what little hope they had left.For what felt like an eternity, the hunters stood in terrified silence, their minds racing with thoughts of what might have happened. The oppressive weight of the darkness pressed down on them, suffocating in its intensity. Then, slowly, the darkness began to recede. It started as a faint glimmer, a barely
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
The air was thick with the sounds of battle—the clang of steel, the crackle of magic, and the guttural roars of the goblins as they fought with savage ferocity.The hunters fought together against the powerful goblins who proved themselves difficult to slay as they craftily weakened the hunters with each moves, making them grow tired pretty quickly. William, meanwhile, was engaged in a battle of his own. The three goblins surrounding him were relentless, their attacks coming from all angles as they tried to overwhelm him. But William was calm, his mind clear and focused despite the chaos around him. He moved with a deadly grace, his sword flashing as he deflected and countered each strike with precision.One of the goblins lunged at him, its sword aimed at his throat. William sidestepped the attack, spinning on his heel to bring his own blade down on the goblin’s exposed back. The creature howled in pain as the sword bit deep, but before it could recover, William was already moving
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
They began their journey through the forest, the trees towering over them as they moved in a tight formation. The path was uneven, with roots and underbrush making it difficult to navigate, but they pressed on, their senses alert for any sign of danger.As they walked, William reached into his pack and pulled out some food rations he had stored. The battle had drained their energy, and they needed to keep their strength up for what was to come."Here," he said, passing the rations around. "Eat up. We’ll need our energy."The hunters took the food gratefully, chewing on the dried meat and fruit as they continued their journey. The forest was quiet, almost eerily so, and the only sounds were the crunch of leaves underfoot and the occasional snap of a twig.After a few hours of walking, the trees began to thin, and the air grew colder. The sense of foreboding that had hung over them since entering the forest grew stronger, and the hunters knew they were getting close.When they finally r
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