- Floor 50.
The wind was still.
Not silent, but heavy, as if mourning what had transpired.
All across the open field, the remains of battle sprawled like a desecrated painting. Monster corpses, twisted, grotesque things were scattered across the blood-soaked earth. Limbs crushed. Skulls split. Guts and ichor flowed into trenches carved by brute force and sheer desperation.
Blood had formed a river.
And at its source. Amidst it all... Sat a lone figure.
Atop the corpse of a gigantic beast, easily the size of a fortress, he rested, one leg propped up, arms draped loosely over his knee. His katana was buried in the monster's heart, its hilt catching the sunlight like a beacon on a battlefield of ruin.
Taufik.
His expression was unreadable. Not proud. Not tired. Just… measured.
He exhaled once, calmly.
"…Floor 50," he said to no one in particular, eyes scanning the wreckage. "To clear this... a massive force is a must"
His voice echoed faintly in the dead air.
