Exhausted but exhilarated, Adonis fell face-first into the icy water, the cold shock reviving hissenses. The water washed over him, cleansing away the grime of battle.
Emerging from the water, Adonis felt refreshed and invigorated. The cold air invigorating his skin. With a renewed sense of purpose, he continued his journey through the third floor, the thrill of the hunt still coursing through his veins. Shortly later he was done with the 3rd floor and it was time to head to the 4rd floor.
Adonis descended the winding staircase leading to the fourth floor. The atmosphere shifted dramatically as he entered. The air was thick with an oppressive heat, and the ground was a swampy, treacherous terrain. Towering, carnivorous plants lined the edges of the swamp, their gaping maw a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked within.
