In the dim torch-lit corner of the twelfth floor, Johan collapsed against a cool, moss-covered wall, letting the cold seep into his overworked muscles. The once smooth stone floor felt oddly comfortable under his sore body.
'Phew, that was... intense. But man, what a ride!' he thought, massaging a particularly nasty bruise on his arm.
His clothes bore the marks of the fierce battle; tattered, smudged with dirt, and a few splotches of... something he preferred not to identify. But despite the clear signs of weariness, a bright gleam danced in his eyes, one that only the thrill of victory could bring.
A soft, blue hue suddenly illuminated his face as a holographic screen flickered to life in front of him. It was the system's interface, detailing his battle stats, rewards, and achievements. He leaned in, curiosity piqued.
