The air was thick with lingering energy as Lilith stepped into the tenth floor of the dungeon. The remnants of Noah's presence were faint but unmistakable—he had already passed through here. Her amber eyes narrowed slightly, irritation flickering beneath her otherwise cold expression.
"Too slow," she murmured.
Noah was getting stronger, faster. The gap between them was closing, but she had no intention of letting him stay ahead. If she wanted to surpass him, she needed to clear this floor and move forward immediately.
Her gaze shifted forward, locking onto the massive double doors leading to the final chamber. Unlike the previous floors, these doors were etched with intricate carvings—scenes of warriors clashing with monstrous entities, their weapons drenched in blood and their faces twisted in pain. A warning to those who dared enter.
