Cruzer stood amidst the remnants of the battle, the air still thick with the lingering echoes of necrotic energy.
The chamber, once filled with the ominous presence of the Lich Lord, was now quiet, save for the distant sound of water dripping in the catacombs above.
The eerie green light that had bathed the room had faded, leaving only the dim glow of the rune beneath his feet.
The seventh floor awaited him, and if the previous challenges were any indication, it would be even more perilous.
Cruzer took a moment to catch his breath and assess his surroundings. The necrotic gem in his pocket had ceased its pulsing, as if content that its task here was complete, but the pull it exerted on him was still strong.
The gem urged him deeper, further into the labyrinth.
With a resolute nod, Cruzer turned away from the remains of the Lich Lord and moved toward the next staircase, descending further into the catacombs.
