As Lilith stepped onto the tenth floor, a stark contrast greeted her from the icy expanse she had just conquered. The pristine white landscape stretched out before her like a blank canvas, unmarred by any signs of battle—yet she could feel the tension in the air, a palpable anticipation that hinted at the challenge ahead.
In the distance, she spotted the shapes of two massive figures emerging from the snow, their crimson skin stark against the white backdrop. The Bloody Orcs were a fearsome sight, their muscular forms towering over her, weapons raised and ready for battle. Their eyes glinted with a predatory hunger, and their guttural roars echoed through the icy air, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through Lilith's veins.
Her expression remaining stoic as she drew her sword, the blade gleaming with a radiant light. She felt the familiar surge of energy within her, a sense of purpose igniting her spirit.
