Arthur stood at the edge of the newly formed Fifth Floor, his gaze piercing through the swirling golden mists. The power of a level 101 Shadow Monarch was not just about physical strength; it was about the fundamental understanding of existence. He could hear the whispers of the void, the remnants of the ancient gods who had once walked these hallowed halls.
"Master," Igris knelt, his shadow flickering with a new, dark intensity. "The human hunters are regrouping at the dungeon entrance. They are bringing in specialized suppression gear from the capital."
Arthur didn't flinch. He reached into his spatial inventory and pulled out one of the legendary 'Crowns of the Frozen North'. With a simple thought, he crushed the sapphire gem. The concentrated cold mana was instantly absorbed into his 'Sovereign's Command Staff'.
"Let them bring their toys," Arthur said, his voice echoing with the authority of a thousand years. "Every piece of gear they bring is just more loot for my treasury. Every soul they send is another soldier for my legion. They don't realize that they aren't coming to hunt a monster—they are coming to pay tribute to their new King."
The system screen in front of him glowed with a new, golden prompt.
[Ding!]
[Hidden Feature Unlocked: The Soul Forge.]
[Host can now combine Shadow Soldiers to create Elite Generals.]
Arthur looked at the thousands of shadows bowing behind him. The real war hadn't even started yet, but he was already light-years ahead of anything the human world could throw at him. He stepped forward into the golden mist, which parted before him like a servant before its master. The tower was his, and soon, the world would follow.