Cruzer stepped forward, leaving behind the arena where he had faced his darkest fears. The path ahead led him deeper into the labyrinthine catacombs, where new challenges awaited. As he descended toward the eighth floor, the atmosphere around him shifted once more, growing colder and more foreboding with each step.
The narrow corridor eventually opened up into a vast cavern, its walls glistening with a strange, otherworldly frost. The air was frigid, each breath Cruzer took visible as a puff of vapor. The floor beneath him was covered in a thin layer of ice, and his footsteps echoed softly in the otherwise silent chamber.
