After a restful night inside the ruins, Arthur and Ilya awoke early, the first rays of dim dungeon light filtering through the cracks in the stone walls. The temperature had dropped even further, a bitter chill seeping into the air, but they were used to it by now.
Arthur stretched, rolling his shoulders before beginning his morning workout—push-ups, squats, and a series of quick movements with his sword. Beside him, Ilya was already chanting quietly, refining her mana circulation.
After a quick breakfast—warm soup made from preserved meat and herbs—they packed up and stepped into the portal leading to the third floor.
