The first floor was pitch dark, with no light, which meant that without his lantern, he would have probably died a long time ago. His top priority was to keep it safe, as it was the only thing that kept him alive.
But it was weird, as there was nothing on this floor, but there had to be a trial on this floor. Its existence wouldn't make sense if it didn't. So where could it be?
It was also difficult to determine, as the trials did not seem to correspond to who the masters of the zones were. After all, The Ace only had him fighting some monsters, so it could be the same thing here. It was just hiding somewhere, ready to jump him.
He stopped in his tracks, closing his eyes and listening.
He listened closely, every movement he would notice. Just that he wasn't hearing anything. That was until he finally heard some footsteps. His swords fell down from his marks, right into the grasp of his hand, turning to face the one had had decided to approach him.
