The Fifth Floor Boss (Part 1)
The door to the Boss Room loomed before Seth, carved from black ice and etched with runes that pulsed faintly like a heartbeat. He pressed his palm against it, and the frost burned his skin, threatening to bite through his flesh. The weight of the moment was undeniable—his instincts screamed that what lay beyond would not be like the wolves, nor even the monstrous guardians of the earlier floors.
This was something else.
The doors groaned as they swung open, a storm of freezing wind and miasma blasting into Seth’s face. He stepped through, boots crunching against ground layered with frost and bone.
The Boss Room stretched like a frozen cathedral. Pillars of ice rose toward a ceiling he couldn’t see, jagged and dripping with icicles that resembled fangs. In
