Arthur fell over his back supported by the unnaturally cold snow on the ground, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. ''Hah...that one was a tough one... ''he wheezed. Olivia came and sat down right beside him her chest heaving with exhaustion. ''Tell me about it...i thought we were goners for sure.''
As they sat there, they noticed some shiny objects lying on the ground before them Arthur's gaze fell on a long slender spear with a crystalline tip. the spears shaft was made out of a dark, polished metal. Olivia, meanwhile, walked towards a set of armor pieces lying nearby. There was a breastplate, adorned with simple etchings and a pair of hand guards that seemed to be made of flexible dark metal. the armor pieces seemed to be designed for mobility and protection, rather than full coverage.
Arthur picked the spear up, feeling its whight and balance in his hand. ''this feels...solid, he said his breathing slowing as the examined the spear more closely.
Olivia, meanwhile, began to put on the armor pieces, strapping the breastplate over her chest and securing the hand guards over her wrists. "This is a good start," she said, her voice muffled slightly by the breastplate. "At least I've got some protection now."
Arthur looked over at Olivia, his eyes scanning her armor-clad form. "Do you even need protection?" he asked, a hint of teasing in his voice. "I haven't seen you get really hurt, even against that boss."
Olivia's expression turned serious, her eyes clouding over. "Yes, I do need protection," she said, her voice low and measured. "I've been drinking the blood of the beasts since we came down here to heal my wounds faster."
Arthur's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You have?"
Olivia nodded. "But eventually, I'll need intelligent lifeblood if I keep going like this. And I'd rather not have to rely on that if I can help it."
Arthur's expression turned thoughtful. "I see," he said, his voice softer now. "So it's better if you don't have to heal at all."
Olivia nodded, her eyes locking onto Arthur's. "Exactly."
Arthur's gaze returned to the spear in his hand, his eyes running over its length. He swung it experimentally, feeling the weight and balance.
The spear sliced through the air with a soft whoosh, its tip glinting in the dim light. Arthur nodded to himself, impressed with the spear's feel.
He looked around the room, his eyes settling on one of the smaller beasts they'd killed during the boss fight. He walked over to it, spear at the ready.
With a swift, precise motion, Arthur brought the spear down, aiming for the beast's carcass. The tip sliced through the creature's hide, biting deep into its flesh.
Arthur grunted, satisfied with the spear's performance. "Not bad," he muttered to himself. "Not bad at all."
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Arthur looked up from the carcass, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Hey, Olivia? Why did these things appear anyway?" He gestured to the spear and Olivia's armor pieces.
Olivia walked over to him, her armor creaking softly as she moved. "It's because of how dungeons work," she explained. "Each dungeon has a set number of floors. And at every tenth floor, there's a boss monster."
Arthur's eyes widened. "Like the one we just fought?"
Olivia nodded. "Exactly. And when you kill the boss monster, you get rewards." She gestured to the spear and armor. "Like these."
Arthur's gaze returned to the spear, his eyes shining with interest. "That makes sense, I guess. But what about the next floor?"
Olivia smiled. "The next floor is a rest floor. You get one day to rest and rejuvenate. You can either turn back and leave the dungeon, or you can rest there and then continue on."
Arthur's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "So it's like a checkpoint, basically."
Olivia nodded. "Exactly. And it's a good opportunity to reassess your gear and your strategy before moving on."
Olivia's eyes gleamed with determination. "I'm close to breaking through to the next stage," she said, her voice low and focused. "So, during our rest day, I'll be spending my time trying to break through."
Arthur nodded, his expression supportive. "Alright, I'll make sure to keep an eye out for you."
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As they walked into the rest floor, Arthur couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. The room was large and spacious, but it was as if the unnatural cold that permeated the dungeon had followed them here.
The walls, once made of smooth stone, now glistened with a thick layer of ice. The floor, once covered in plush carpet, was now blanketed with a thick layer of snow. Long, tall icicles hung from the ceiling, their tips glinting like razor-sharp knives.
The air was biting and cold, and Arthur could see his breath misting in front of him. Olivia, however, seemed undeterred by the cold. She walked over to a corner of the room, her eyes fixed on some point in front of her.
Arthur followed her, his feet crunching in the snow. He slipped on a patch of ice, his arms windmilling wildly as he struggled to regain his balance. Olivia caught his arm, steadying him.
"Careful," she said, her voice low and serious. "We don't want any accidents."
Arthur nodded, his eyes scanning the room. It was as if the rest floor had been transformed into a winter wonderland, but one that was deadly and unforgiving.
Olivia released his arm, her eyes never leaving his face. "I'll be meditating over there," she said, nodding towards a corner of the room. "Try to stay warm."
Arthur nodded, watching as she walked away. He knew that he had to keep an eye on her, make sure that she was safe. But as he looked around the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, that something was waiting for them in the shadows.
Arthur wrapped his arms around himself, trying to warm up. But the cold seemed to seep into his bones, making his teeth chatter.
"What's going on with this cold?" he asked aloud, his voice shaking slightly. "It feels so...unnatural."
Olivia didn't respond, too focused on her meditation. Arthur looked around the room again, his eyes scanning the icy walls and the snow-covered floor.
"It's like...it's not just cold," he muttered to himself. "It feels...eerie. Like something's watching us."
He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. But the feeling persisted, making his skin crawl.
"And it gets worse every time we go deeper," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What's at the bottom of this dungeon, anyway?"
Arthur's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. He didn't like the feeling of being herded towards some unknown destination, with no control over their surroundings.
He looked over at Olivia, who was still meditating. He knew she was trying to break through to the next stage, but he couldn't shake the feeling that they were running out of time.
"Olivia," he said softly, trying not to disturb her. "Were going to need to talk about what's going on here. This cold...it's not natural. And I don't like it."