Martin entered Stage Sixteen of the Fire Duke Choros Tower.
The moment he crossed the invisible boundary of the stage, the environment shifted violently.
The dry heat intensified, and the floor cracked open in several places.
Flames sparked from deep underground veins, casting a red glow across the vast arena.
"Yeah, everything is changing..."
"From now on then, it would be better to not assume what kind of enemies and places, that I will encounter by from the stage that I am going through."
Without hesitation, the enemies revealed themselves.
Three groups emerged from different corners of the battlefield in perfect synchrony, as if summoned by a single mind.
Martin narrowed his eyes and counted them instantly his habit in every stage.
"Yeah," he muttered with a smirk.
"Six thousand of them… as I expected."
He had seen the pattern forming back in Stage Fourteen, and Stage Fifteen had confirmed it.
Stage Sixteen would only escalate further.
