As the Realm Lord and his family crossed the shimmering portal to the fifth floor, a peculiar sensation washed over them. Unlike the previous floors, where they had to restrain their power and focus on their mastery over various crafts and professions, this floor felt different. There was an immediate intensity in the air—a pulsing energy that hinted at something far more primal and direct.
The scenery around them solidified, revealing a vast coliseum-like structure, its towering walls stretching impossibly high into the sky. The ground beneath them was a hard, cracked stone, and as far as they could see, there were no signs of life outside the massive arena. Above, dark storm clouds churned, flashing with lightning, though no rain fell. There was a feeling of anticipation, as though the floor itself was waiting for something.
