The air shimmered with golden light as Alex stepped through the doorway, the previous ninth-floor boss battle still fresh in his mind.
A notification rang in his ears.
[You have entered the 10th floor.]
[Good luck. You will die.]
Alex's fists clenched.
The system's ominous message didn't shake him, he was used to its games by now.
But what lay ahead would be unlike anything he'd faced before.
The trio found themselves in an enormous arena.
It was unlike the sprawling biomes of the earlier floors; this was a massive, enclosed battlefield.
The arena gleamed with gold, its walls etched with intricate runes pulsating faintly, and lush grass carpeted the ground beneath their feet.
Alice glanced around, bow already drawn, her sharp eyes scanning for threats.
"What the hell is this?" she asked, her voice tense.
"The top of the tower," Alex replied, his tone low and cautious.
He looked up, his eyes narrowing.
