The second floor materialized around Nero in a wash of white light. When it faded, he stood alone in the center of a vast field that stretched to every horizon.
Grass swayed under a pale sky. The air was still, heavy as if forecasting something ominous.
He stood there for a moment, his hand resting on his sword, his red eyes scanning the emptiness. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. It was the silence before the storm.
Then the notification came.
A window of pale blue light appeared before him, floating in the air like a ghost. Words etched themselves into its surface, one by one, slow and deliberate.
Second Floor: Trial of Endurance
Objective: Survive three waves of monsters.
First wave approaching.
The window dissolved. And the field filled.
