As the Realm Lord, Drakken, Selene, Yara, Tierra, and Gorath stepped through the portal to the ninth floor, they found themselves standing in the midst of a vast, endless plain. The landscape stretched in every direction—north, south, east, and west—without any visible landmarks to break the monotony. The sky above was a pale, featureless gray, and the ground beneath their feet was covered in an endless expanse of short, rustling grass.
"It's like we're standing in the middle of nowhere," Yara muttered, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the horizon.
Drakken's fiery wings twitched with unease. "No mountains, no trees, not even a single rock. This place feels… unnatural."
The Realm Lord nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "It's a test, but not in the way we might expect. The challenge here isn't about finding the end of the floor. It's about something else."
