Getting The Agni King

While Elidyr and the others grappled with the fleeting return of Eve, Michael and Gaya, bone-tired but stubbornly pushing forward, finally stumbled onto the sixty-third floor of Nithroel's temple. Their armor, once gleaming symbols of their dedication, now sported a roadmap of their grueling journey – dents, scratches, scorch marks – a testament to the sheer ridiculousness of their trials. They'd wrestled with goddamn vampires, cracked moronic puzzles, and, unbelievably, even cooked for a gaggle of chattering squirrels. A right fucking circus, it had been.

This floor, however, felt different from the rest. A vast, circular chamber opened before them, the walls, floor, and ceiling crafted from a smooth, white stone that seemed to swallow the light, creating an unsettling sense of serenity. And in the chamber's center, a pond shimmered.