The stone Demons kept coming as the group climbed higher into the pyramid. Every floor brought another battle, and each victory demanded more of their strength.
The number of guardians increased with every level, forcing them to fight harder and coordinate more carefully to be able to push through all of this shit.
By the time they reached the twenty-first floor, the group had fought their way through twenty-one levels of relentless combat. The battles left their equipment battered, their muscles aching, and their stamina depleted so low.
What began as a mission to retrieve a Demon artifact had turned into a grueling climb through an endless procession of stone Demon guardians.
The final guardian on the twenty-first floor crumbled into a heap of broken rocks. The ancient runes on its body flickered before fading into darkness, leaving the chamber quiet at last.
