The wolf's corpse lay still.
Steam rose from the massive body as blood spread across the cracked ice.
The mechanical voice had faded.
The dungeon had been cleared.
Only one hour remained before collapse.
Silence swallowed the basement.
No monsters.
No roars.
No system announcements.
Just three people standing in the aftermath.
Arthur and Jordan faced each other across the frozen floor.
The air between them felt heavy.
Jordan adjusted his grip on the floating grimoire beside him.
A faint golden aura flickered around his body.
He smiled slightly.
"Shall we…?" he said calmly. "Only one of us will leave here alive."
Arthur met his eyes without anger.
Without hatred.
Just calm.
"Just wait for a second."
Jordan's brow lifted slightly.
"Alright," he said calmly. "Go ahead… you can talk to her one last time."
A faint smile crept onto his lips as his gaze hardened
"My plans have changed. Now I'll have to kill her here—along with you."
