Orion took another step, and a sudden icy feeling crept up his spine. He stopped in his tracks, trying to make sense of the sensation. It was as if an invisible hand had reached out and touched him, sending a chill down his spine. He looked around, but the fourth floor was empty, or so he thought.
As he turned to continue his journey, he noticed movement in the shadows. At first, it was just a flicker, but then it became more defined. Three massive Ice Wolves appeared, their eyes glinting in the dim light. Their white fur shimmered like freshly fallen snow, and their breath came out in misty plumes.
Orion observed the Ice Wolves carefully, noting their size and their level of power. "So the opponents for the fourth floor were these Ice Wolves," he remarked, taking in the details of their appearance.
