Lucan descended into the depths of the dungeon, his footsteps echoing against the cold stone walls. He knew exactly where the Black Knight would be waiting—the ninth floor, the deepest part of the dungeon.
His mind was a calm as he made his way down. The ring on his finger, a dull silver band with an intricate design, began to glow faintly. The Pride Ring, amplifying his already immense physical power.
As he reached the stairway to the seventh floor, a horde of twisted creatures rushed at him, their eyes wild with hunger. They were grotesque, misshapen things with too many limbs and gnashing teeth. But Lucan didn't falter. He met the first creature head-on, his fist connecting with its skull in a blur of motion. The creature's head exploded with a sickening crunch, and its body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.
