The portal flashed, and Aiden stepped onto the first floor of the dungeon, his long black coat fluttering behind him. His red eyes gleamed with burning intensity, his grip tightening around the hilt of his flame-coated longsword. Around him, his lackeys—a group of five skilled warriors—followed closely, their expressions serious.
The moment they arrived, the icy wind blasted against them, a stark contrast to Aiden's own fiery aura.
"This is it?" Aiden scoffed, his breath turning to mist in the frigid air. "Pathetic."
The snow-covered landscape stretched out endlessly, filled with frozen trees, steep cliffs, and lurking predators hiding beneath the ice.
But Aiden had no intention of slowly clearing the floor.
"Spread out," he commanded his team, his voice sharp like steel. "We clear this floor fast. No delays."
His subordinates obeyed instantly, breaking into separate paths while Aiden charged forward alone, eager to test his power against whatever stood in his way.
