Chapter 103: Ninth Floor I

The stairs were made of stone and spiraled upward. Each step was grey and worn smooth. The air was damp and smelled of earth and minerals.

As they climbed, the only sounds were the creaking of the stairs and the clicking of Malakai's claws on the stone. The darkness made it hard to see, but their eyes adjusted slowly.

The stairs curved upward, and the air grew colder. Malakai's breathing quickened, and his chest heaved with exertion. He had stored leftovers from their previous battle in his Spatial Space.

Malakai didn't think about the dungeon's motives. He just knew it would change, and they had to adapt.

As they climbed higher, the silence was broken by the sound of their own breathing and footsteps. Malakai's senses were alert, listening for any new sounds. His pack followed close behind, watching him.