The door to the fourth floor creaked open slowly, revealing a dimly lit hallway that stretched endlessly into the distance. The air was thick, heavy with something neither Aji nor Xavier could put into words. It wasn’t just the usual sense of danger that had followed them in the dungeon—it felt... different. Intense. Like every breath they took was being judged.
Aji glanced over at Xavier, his face pale and weary from the last trial. “I swear if there’s another puzzle involving grains or monsters, I’m out. Just leaving.”
Xavier gave a tired smile, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, because leaving’s such a good option in this place. But honestly, we don't have such a luxury for now.”
As they cautiously stepped into the corridor, torches flickered to life on either side of them,
