As Cruzer stepped into the chamber of the tenth floor, an overwhelming presence greeted him. The air felt dense, almost suffocating, and the weight of an ancient power pressed down on him, a force that had been lying in wait for centuries.
In the center of the chamber stood the Shadow of the Returnee, a figure cloaked in swirling darkness.
Unlike the other shadows Cruzer had faced, this one exuded a profound aura of wisdom and sorrow, as if it had seen countless ages pass by.
As Cruzer approached, the figure did not attack immediately; instead, it observed him, its glowing eyes narrowing, as though searching for something deep within Cruzer.
"You've come far, young mystic," the Shadow of the Returnee spoke, its voice echoing through the chamber like the reverberation of distant thunder. It was a voice that carried the weight of countless years, filled with melancholy and regret.
