Arthur and Ilya emerged from the chaotic remnants of the ninth floor, their breaths coming in heavy gasps as they stepped into the pristine whiteness of the tenth floor. The icy landscape stretched out before them, an almost surreal sight after the fierce battles they had just fought. The air was crisp, and the ground was covered in a blanket of untouched snow, but beneath that beauty lay a tension that hinted at the challenge ahead.
"Stay alert," Arthur said, his voice steady as he scanned the area. "If the patterns hold, we should expect something formidable here."
Ilya nodded, her eyes sharp as she surveyed the surroundings. "I can feel it too. We're not alone," she replied, gripping her spear tightly. They both knew that the last floor of the dungeon would not go quietly.
