The battlefield fell into an eerie silence.
The four holy grenades had turned Lord Varos into little more than scattered bone fragments, his corrupted divinity dissipating like smoke in the wind.
Adam exhaled, flexing his fingers where the grenades had once been.
The sudden emptiness in his grip was a stark reminder that it was over.
[Floor 2 Cleared!]
[All surviving participants will be granted a one-hour rest period before the next floor opens.]
[All losing participants will be isolated in a confined singular room and will be released until the floor has reset]
[Rewards will be distributed based on contribution.]
A holographic leaderboard flickered into existence above the battlefield.
[1st Place] – The Chosen Conduit (103,424 points)
[2nd Place] – The Atrocious One (19,312 points)
[3rd Place] – Distant Eye (17,531 points)
Adam barely glanced at it.
He already knew he would score as the first placer...
His focus was on the next set of notifications.
