Floor Fifty was the final checkpoint before the truly impossible floors.
The chamber was enormous, easily a quarter-mile across. And standing at the far end was a single creature.
It looked like a dragon, but wrong. Its scales were crystalline, refracting light into impossible colors. Its eyes held ancient, malevolent intelligence. Steam rose from its nostrils, and when it breathed, reality itself seemed to shimmer.
[Nightmare Dragon - Level 40]
[Checkpoint Boss - Defeat to Continue]
Level 40. Satou was level 30. This was the largest level gap he'd faced since entering the dungeon.
The Dragon spoke, its voice echoing in Satou's mind rather than his ears.
"You have impressed the dungeon, little morsel. Most die long before reaching me. But your journey ends here. I am the wall that cannot be climbed. The enemy that cannot be defeated. I am your limit made manifest."
The Dragon's maw opened, and reality-warping fire erupted forth.
