The spiral staircase finally ended.
It didn't lead to a floor, but to a massive, cavernous expanse that defied logic. Towering stone shelves lined the walls, stretching up into the darkness, but the floor itself was a twisted forest of petrified trees and jagged rocks. The mist here was red, smelling of iron and wet fur.
[Floor: The Archive of Fangs] [Trial: Survival of the Fittest]
Oliver stopped, raising a hand. "Quiet."
Amy and Sophia froze, clutching their staffs.
"Do you hear that?" Sophia whispered, her voice trembling.
Huff… Huff…
It wasn't wind. It was breathing. Hundreds of lungs, heavy and wet.
From the shadows of the petrified trees, eyes ignited. Yellow. Red. Green.
"They're waiting for us," Oliver muttered, his grip tightening on his sword. "Defensive formation. Back to back. Don't let them separate you."
A howl tore through the silence—a sound so loud it vibrated in their chests.
Then, the shadows lunged.
Great Wolves.
