The atmosphere in the Dark Dungeon's final room was oppressive.
Shadows loomed and twisted as if alive, while the scent of ancient rot filled the air.
Alex tightened his grip on the [Elysian Staff of the Silver Mage] and advanced deeper, feeling the thick presence of the [Demon Warden] up ahead.
A sudden blast of frigid air washed over him, nearly freezing him in place as the towering form of the Demon Warden got up from his throne.
The creature was a monstrous, horned fiend with skin as dark as coal, and eyes glowing a fierce crimson.
"..." But Alex stared back with the same determination, ready to do anything in his power to win.
He didn't want to die again, like he did against the [Spider Queen].
"Let's see what you're made of," he muttered, gathering mana into his staff.
The Demon Warden let out a deep growl, raising one clawed hand.
[Demon Warden - Mythical - Tier 5]
[Level: 250]
[HP: 2,000,000]
