The dark-blue glow of the dimensional gate slowly faded, leaving three figures standing on a vast obsidian stone plain. Hot, dry wind swept across their hair, carrying the faint sounds of clashing metal and rough, marching footsteps.
Floor 66 did not greet them with silence.
Unlike the upper floors filled with gardens or structures, this floor was an open battlefield, a wide, rocky plateau filled with hundreds of towering black pillars like the fangs of giants.
The moment Sylvia stepped onto the ground…
She knew.
"…We're expected."
Alicia floated slightly higher, her blue light narrowing until her eyes and mouth became clearly visible.
"Hee… they're really throwing a welcome party for us, huh?"
Stacia lifted a hand, her dual-colored wings parting slightly.
"Enemy aura… more than two hundred."
And she was right.
Standing before the gate, waiting specifically for their arrival, was a large army led by the ruler of Floor 66.
