The muscular axemen who thought themselves invincible charged into the boss room on the fifth floor without an ounce of forethought. They couldn't comprehend the possibility of a monster not falling under their axes. An endeavour that ended in the worst way possible.
The boss room held on the fifth floor was home to a devasting pair of monsters that guarded access to the far more perilous levels down below. Those incapable of felling two frost drakes didn't deserve to delve any deeper.
This room was frequently covered in blood, the stench never fully receding before the next party recklessly attempted to charge their way through.
If the muscular axemen had thought retrospectively for just a moment they likely wouldn't have entered into a wanton slaughter. A frost drake's hide was near impervious to physically obsessed adventurers like themselves. Their once hallowed axes barely made a dent in the creature's mighty scales.
