Arthur's eyes slowly opened, his gaze meeting Olivia's as she sat beside him, her back against the cave wall. The silence between them was comfortable.
"We should get moving," Olivia said her voice barley above a whisper " The sooner we can get to the boss room the better."
Arthur nodded, starching his limbs. His muscles still ached from the previous battles, but he felt more rested.
He stood up, offering Olivia his hand to help her up as together they exited the cave.
As they ventured deeper into the dungeon, the air grow thick with the stench of rot and decay and the air grow colder with each step they took.
Arthur's ears perked up, his sensitive hearing picking up the faint sound of howling wolves. He turned to Olivia, his eyes locked onto hers. "More wolves are coming," he whispered.
Olivia's gaze flicked to his, her eyes narrowing. She reached into her shadow, her hand emerging with a sword made of darkness that seemed to writhe and twist like a living thing.
Arthur's gaze swept the surrounding area, taking in the frozen landscape. The mana stones embedded in the ceiling and walls cast an ethereal glow, illuminating the snow-covered terrain. The air was crisp and cold, the snow crunching beneath their feet.
As they stood there, the Snow Wolves finally arrived, their white coats blending seamlessly into the surrounding landscape. Their eyes gleamed like embers in the dim light, their jaws open wide as they charged.
This looks like the main pack Olivia said
Arthur focused making gravity lighter around himself, making himself lighter and more agile. He moved swiftly, his feet barely touching the ground as he dodged and weaved between the wolves' attacks.
Olivia fought beside him, her darkness sword slicing through the air with a haunting whisper. The wolves were a blur of white and gray, their bodies hurtling towards them with deadly precision.
Arthur's claws ripped through the wolves' fur, tearing into their flesh with ease. Olivia's sword seemed to wield a dark, insidious power, one that corrupted and twisted everything it touched.
The battle was intense, the wolves pressing in on all sides. But Arthur and Olivia fought in perfect sync, their movements fluid and deadly.
The wolves fell, one by one, until only one remained. The alpha wolf, its fur a brilliant white, its eyes glowing like embers in the dim light.
Arthur and Olivia stood before it, their chests heaving with exertion. The alpha wolf snarled, its jaws open wide.
And then, in a flash of movement, Arthur struck, his claws ripping through the wolf's fur and into its heart. The wolf's body crashed to the ground, its eyes fading to black.
Arthur and Olivia stood panting, their chests heaving with exertion.
As they caught their breath, Arthur's gaze swept the surrounding area, taking in the frozen landscape. The monastones still cast their ethereal glow, illuminating the snow-covered terrain.
"We should keep moving," Arthur said, his voice low and husky. "The boss room can't be far."
Olivia nodded, her eyes locking onto his. "Let's go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Together, they moved forward, their senses on high alert. The frozen landscape stretched out before them, the mana stones casting an eerie glow over the snow-covered terrain.
As they journeyed deeper into the frozen landscape, the monastones casting an ethereal glow over the snow-covered terrain, Arthur and Olivia suddenly found themselves standing before a gigantic wall. The wall stretched up into the air, its surface smooth and unbroken. But as they approached, they saw that the wall was not solid - it had a gigantic door set into it.
The door was enormous, easily three times their height and just as wide. But despite its massive size, the door looked strangely delicate, as if it were made of a material that was both strong and lightweight. Arthur's eyes narrowed as he examined the door, his senses on high alert.
Olivia's gaze flicked to his, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "This must be the boss room of the sixtieth floor," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Arthur nodded, his hand reaching out to grasp the door's massive handle. To his surprise, the door swung open easily, as if it weighed as much as a feather. The sound of creaking wood echoed through the air, but it was a surprisingly soft sound, as if the door were made of a material that was designed to move silently.
As the door swung open, Arthur and Olivia stepped forward, their eyes adjusting to the dim light within. And then, they saw it - a gigantic Snow Wolf, its body the size of a building, lay sleeping before them.
The wolf's fur was a brilliant white, its coat glistening in the dim light. But it was the wolf's eyes that caught Arthur's attention - they were a deep, dark red, a color that seemed to burn with an inner fire.
As they gazed upon the giant wolf, Arthur and Olivia noticed that ten smaller wolves were sleeping around it, their bodies curled up in a protective circle.
The air was thick with the scent of snow and wolf fur, and Arthur could feel the weight of the giant wolf's presence bearing down upon him. He knew that this was the boss of the sixtieth floor, the guardian of this level of the dungeon.
Olivia's gaze flicked to his, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "This is it," she whispered. "This is the boss of the sixtieth floor. If we defeat it, we'll be able to proceed to the sixty-first floor."
Arthur nodded, his hand tightening into a fist. "Let's do this," he said, his voice low and husky.
Arthur and Olivia charged forward, their movements swift and deadly. The giant Snow Wolf, sensing their approach, slowly opened its eyes. The deep, dark red orbs seemed to burn with an inner fire, and Arthur could feel the weight of the wolf's gaze upon him.
The wolf's massive body began to stir, its fur rippling with muscle beneath. The ten smaller wolves surrounding it woke up, their eyes snapping open as they growled and snarled.
Olivia darted forward, her sword flashing in the dim light. She struck at the smaller wolves, her blade slicing through their fur and into their flesh. The wolves yelped in pain as Olivia's sword cut through their bodies, inflicting mortal wounds.
The poison from Olivia's sword began to take effect, coursing through the wolves' veins and weakening their bodies. The wolves stumbled and fell, their movements slowing as the poison overwhelmed them.
Arthur leapt into the fray, his claws extended as he tore through the smaller wolves. But the giant Snow Wolf was not to be ignored, and it counterattacked with a swipe of its massive paw.
Arthur dodged the blow by mere inches, his agility and quick reflexes saving him from certain death. He counterattacked, his claws raking across the wolf's fur.
But the wolf's adaptations were formidable. It raised a paw, and as it did, a shimmering layer of ice formed over its wounds. The ice seemed to seal the wounds, stopping the bleeding and protecting the wolf's vulnerable flesh.
The wolf's fur began to change, the individual hairs growing longer and sharper. The wolf's claws, too, seemed to lengthen and sharpen, their edges glinting with a deadly sheen.
"It's adapting," Olivia warned, her voice low and urgent. "We need to end this quickly."
Arthur nodded, his mind racing with strategies. He knew that they couldn't keep this up for much longer - the wolf's adaptations were making it increasingly formidable.
With a fierce cry, Arthur launched himself at the wolf, his claws flashing in the dim light. Olivia followed close behind, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision.
The battle raged on, the two fighters determined to take down the giant Snow Wolf. The wolf's claws swiped through the air, its jaws open wide as it sought to crush its enemies.
But Arthur and Olivia were relentless. They dodged and weaved, avoiding the wolf's attacks as they sought to find an opening.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they saw their chance. The wolf's defenses were down, its adaptations momentarily stunned.
With a swift and deadly strike, Olivia's sword sliced through the wolf's neck, severing its spinal cord. The wolf's body crashed to the ground, its eyes fading to black as it let out a defeated whimper.
Arthur and Olivia stood panting, their chests heaving with exertion. They had done it - they had defeated the giant Snow Wolf and cleared the sixtieth floor.