The air on the fifth floor was thick with tension. The dim torchlight flickered against the cold stone walls, casting jagged shadows over the combatants. Neil, Gristie, and Jill found themselves locked in battle with two of the White Tower’s fiercest enforcers—Rott and Hert—elite warriors known as the Cerberus of the Tower. Their mere presence turned the narrow corridor into a death trap.
Neil understood the danger. Rott was the stronger of the two, wielding his chained spiked iron ball with monstrous power. If Neil didn’t keep him occupied, he could crush both Gristie and Jill in an instant. With a quick sidestep, Neil distanced himself from his allies, luring Rott away.
Rott smirked, eyes gleaming with cruelty. He wrapped his thick fingers around the iron chain and began to spin the ba
