Cruzer pressed forward, each step echoing softly in the narrow, icy passage. The dim light from the flickering ghostly flames on his greatsword cast long, wavering shadows on the frost-covered walls, making the tunnel seem alive with shifting forms.
Despite the eerie ambiance, his determination remained unshaken. The memory of the Titan's defeat and the collapsing chamber still played in his mind, but he knew that the challenges ahead would only grow more intense. He had to stay vigilant, for any misstep here could be his last.
As he ventured deeper into the passage, the temperature continued to drop, the cold biting into his skin even through his armor.
Cruzer focused on his breathing, keeping it steady, refusing to let the cold seep into his resolve. He knew that the ninth floor would not show him any mercy; whatever awaited him would be even more formidable than the Ice Titan.
