192 - First floor

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.

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