As Arthur and Ilya stepped onto the seventh floor, they were immediately struck by the oppressive atmosphere that enveloped them. The air was thick with humidity, and the dim light cast eerie shadows across the rocky terrain. Jagged formations jutted out from the ground like the teeth of some ancient beast, and the distant sounds of growls echoed ominously, signaling the presence of lurking enemies.
"Stay alert," Arthur cautioned, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword. The light from the blade pulsed softly, illuminating the area around them. Ilya nodded, her eyes scanning the dark corners of the cavern, ready to react at a moment's notice.
They moved cautiously, each step calculated as they ventured deeper into the heart of the floor. The growls grew louder, reverberating off the walls and sending a chill down their spines. Arthur could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, a familiar rush that ignited his senses. He was ready for battle.
