"Finally," Shinuro added, his voice dropping an octave, "the warmongers. They are the lords of Gotumheim. Huge, armored, and masters of weaponry. They possess intelligence higher than the average monster and lead the others. Facing them means you've reached the final stages of the dungeon."
A slow smile crept on Johan's face. 'Warmongers... The big bosses, huh? Can't wait to meet one... and punch it in the face.' Despite the inherent danger, his spirit was undeniably ablaze with the thrill of the upcoming adventure.
"The walls of Gotumheim are hewn from dark stone," Shinuro began, his voice carrying a trace of echo as if he was inside the dungeon himself. "The dungeon's air is cold, damp with underground waters, thick with the scent of moss and the unidentifiable stench of the creatures that inhabit it."
