True Skeleton King

Leon nodded. "It's the closest thing to a hub for this floor. The central teleportation station, the best guild halls, and the stairs to the next floor—it's no surprise the strongest gather here."

They passed by a smithy, where the clanging of hammers on metal echoed. Inside, a burly blacksmith with soot-streaked arms worked on what looked like a blade imbued with fire essence. Nearby, an alchemist's shop emitted colorful smoke from its chimneys, drawing a steady stream of curious customers.

As they moved closer to the central plaza, the air seemed to shift, becoming heavier with an aura of power. Leon could sense it immediately. "This must be where the strongest congregate," he said, motioning towards a colossal guild hall that dominated the area. Its entrance was flanked by statues of legendary adventurers, their weapons raised in victory.

"Impressive," Roselia murmured, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the imposing structure.