The golden skeletons advanced in eerie silence, their bony forms glowing with elemental auras that cast shifting lights across the ancient tomb walls. Liam's stomach twisted as the glowing system window hovered before his eyes, the words burning into his mind.
**Heroes of the Golden Age**
**Level 2500**
"Fuck," Liam muttered, his voice cracking. The gap was insane—two thousand levels. A chasm so vast it might as well have been an ocean between him and certain death. His legs shook despite himself, knees threatening to buckle. 'How the hell are we supposed to fight these things? One swing and I'm paste.'
Each skeleton bore a distinct hue: crimson for fire, sapphire for water, emerald for nature, obsidian for shadow. They moved with unnatural grace, surrounding the group but stopping short of attack. Their hollow eye sockets fixed first on the princess, then swept over the rest of them—Medusa, the others, and finally Liam himself.
