The boss chamber on the fiftieth floor had fallen into silence once more, its vast space echoing faint traces of the fierce battle that had just concluded. Dust drifted lazily from the towering stone ceiling above, settling like dull gray snow onto the fractured floor. The ancient pillars some visibly cracked remained standing in solemn stillness, bearing silent witness to the grueling struggle Sylvia had just endured.
Still slightly breathless, Sylvia eased herself down beside one of the massive columns, the cold stone pressing against her skin damp with sweat. Her long black hair was tousled and unkempt, a few strands clinging to her pale cheeks disheveled, yes, but still striking in that enigmatic, haunting beauty that never left her.
