Jack and Aiden climbed the stairs to the fifth floor, each step feeling heavier than the last. Their bodies were sore, covered in bruises and cuts from the fights they'd endured so far. But Jack's mind was focused on one thing: Lena. He had to reach her, no matter the cost.
As they reached the top of the stairs, Jack paused. The door to the fifth floor was different—dark, carved with symbols that seemed to warn anyone who dared to enter. He looked over at Aiden, who was breathing heavily, but nodded.
"Ready?" Jack asked.
Aiden gave him a weak smile. "I've got your back. Let's go."
Jack pushed the door open, and they stepped into a large, dimly lit room. Unlike the previous floors, which had been more like gritty, underground fighting pits, this room felt… ominous. Torches lined the walls, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The smell of oil and steel hung in the air.
Then, they saw him.
