Reaching the boss' room, Luka didn't hesitate for even a breath.
He shoved open the massive twin stone doors, their weight groaning loudly as they swung inward.
Dust fell from the ceiling with the movement, the hinges grinding like they hadn't been used in centuries.
The sound echoed ominously through the vast, empty room beyond.
Luka stepped inside, his sharp eyes scanning around.
The room was mostly barren, its floor smooth gray stone.
But dead center, like a gaping wound in the earth, was a large, murky water pit.
Luka sighed the moment he saw it.
He already knew what that meant.
"Of course," he muttered.
Without wasting a second, he broke into a sprint, boots thudding softly against the stone.
As he neared the water, a sudden, violent splash erupted from its surface—water exploding into the air like a geyser.
Rising from the pool came a hulking white crocodile, its body covered in old scars, its eyes glowing an eerie crimson.
