As Hanzo and his party prepared to face the Grock, their priest swiftly raised his staff, ting under his breath. A surge of energy enveloped Hanzo, and his bde ignited with r fmes.

  "Elemental Fire Damage!" the priest decred, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.

  The two knights followed suit. "Taunt!" one shouted, his armleaming as he stepped forward, drawing the Grock's glowing eyes toward him.

  "Berserk!" the other roared, veins bulging as raw power surged through his muscles.

  Hanzo smirked, rolling his shoulders. "I'll hahis alone."

  With a swift motion, he formed a hand seal. "Double e!" Instantly, two identical figures materialized beside him, their bdes wreathed in the same fiery glow. Normally, es only possessed half their creator's power, but with the bined buffs, these duplicates matched Hanzo's full strength.

  The three of them blurred into motion, encirg the Grock like shadows.

  "Multi-Shuriken!" Hanzo anded.

  A storm of whirling bdes shot forward, eae striking true. The Grock bellowed in pain, its massive frame quivering as the impact struck vital oints. Stunned, it swayed unsteadily.

  "Now!" Hanzo roared.

  "Double Critical Attack!"

  As one, he and his es luheir bdes fshing in unison. Four devastating sshes carved into the Grock's core, each strike sending tremors through the cavern walls. The creature let out a final, guttural cry before colpsing with a deafening crash.

  Hanzo exhaled, his breath ragged. Victory was his—

  A sudden surge of energy crackled behind him.

  Lightning.

  A sed Groed from the shadows, its massive fist arg toward him, charged with lethal electricity.

  "The taunt is still on cooldown!" one knight shouted in panic.

  The crag fist desded—

  Ford "Defense Switch!"-(a skill that gain from floor boss 10 Switcher for swordsman)

  A fsh of energy. Hanzo vanished, and in his pce, Ford stood, shield raised.

  The impact was monstrous. Sparks exploded from the collision, sending Ford skidding backward, his boots carving trenches into the dungeon floor. His health plummeted.

  "Taunt!" Ford yelled, wreng himself upright. The Grock's fury locked onto him.

  "Prius!" Ford called, urgen his voice.

  Prius didn't hesitate. "Divine Cloth!" A shimmering aura ed around Ford, his movements suddenly twice as fast—but exhaustion already tugged at Prius' expression. Even so, he forced his hands forward, weaving a swift healing spell. Warm light flowed into Ford, patg some of his wounds.

  Ford turo Jazz. "Ready?"

  Jazz nodded, eyes gleaming. "It's set."

  "Berserk!" Ford bellowed, his skill surging through the party, doubling their attack power and sharpening Jazz's critical strikes to a razor's edge.

  "Defense Switch-!"

  In an instant, Jazz stood before the Grock, her staff humming with power. A fident smirk pyed on her lips.

  "Time to finish this."

  She lifted her staff, inting rapidly. Fmes coiled around her, growing denser, fiercer. The air itself ed from the heat.

  "Ultimate Mage—Burning Will!"

  A n of pure fire erupted from her staff, smming into the Grock like diviribution. The beast shrieked, writhing as the inferno devoured it whole. The cavern walls glowed e, flickering with searing embers. When the fmes finally faded, nothing remained of the Grock but molten stone.

  Jazz lowered her staff, panting. "That's one way to deal with an ued problem."

  Hanzo whistled, impressed. "Not bad. Few master that move."

  Patty's eyes sparkled with admiration. "Could you teach me that, Senpai?"

  Laughter echoed through the chamber. They settled down, exhaustion giving way to camaraderie as they shared food and banter. But the moment of peace was short-lived.

  Ford's expression darkened. "Something isn't right. Why was a 21st-floor monster here oh floor?"

  Jazz frowned. "It's strange. Should we even tihis quest?"

  Before anyone could ahe ground trembled. A deep, ominous quake shuddered through the dungeon, as if something massive was awakening.

  Then, from the corridor ahead, a monstrous roar split the air.

  A vast shadow loomed into view—The Chieftain WarSword, the boss of the 20th floor. Its hulking form domihe chamber, its eyes burning with primal rage.

  But it wasn't alone.

  A figure desded from the Chieftain's back, moving with eerie precision. The beast k before him, as if in reverence.

  Power radiated from the newer, suffog, undeniable.

  A voice, cold as steel, sliced through the tension.

  "I am Raven, one of the bosses of the 60th floor."

  Silence. Disbelief.

  A floor 60 boss—here?

  Raven's gaze drifted across them, disied, until his sharp eyes locked onto Jazz. His lips curled into a smirk.

  "I sense an aura here… the same as Anglia's Burning Will." His voice darkened, filled with an uliainty. "Who might she be?"

  A pause, thick with unspoken threat.

  "I will let all of you survive—just give me her."