The smooth rhythm that had carried the Adventurer Guild through the first layer of the treasury did not last forever.
At first, nobody noticed the subtle change. Gregor continued shattering bubble after bubble with confident swings of his broadsword, Brutus crushed barriers apart through sheer brute strength, Lyana's vines continued launching everyone through the air with remarkable precision, while Sage floated high above the battlefield directing every falling treasure safely toward the ground with his wind magic.
Everything appeared to be progressing exactly as before, and the rapidly growing mountain of treasures on the marble floor only strengthened everyone's confidence. It almost felt as though they had figured out the treasury's secrets, as though this ancient vault had finally accepted them as worthy successors to its forgotten riches.
