"Do you wish to withdraw from the challenge or advance to the next level?"
The question shone before them, clear and inescapable.
"If you advance, you will obtain a prize: the emblem of power."
These new words appeared below the initial question, adding a new level of complexity to their decision.
Silence stretched between them as they considered their options.
They had overcome the first challenge, but at a cost. Their mana was depleted, and they didn't know what other dangers might lurk in the next level.
On the other hand, the emblem of power sounded like a tempting reward.
What could it be? Would it be worth the risk? The promise of power hung in the air, tantalizing and dangerous.
Withdrawing now would mean returning with information about the first level of the challenge and the cores they had collected.
It would be the safe, prudent choice.
They could report back, regroup, perhaps return better prepared.
But could they enter again? Would it be enough to...?
Advancing... advancing could mean obtaining something that would change the course of their situation, something that could give them a crucial advantage.
The potential benefits were immense, but so were the risks.
The crystal continued to glow, seemingly patient, waiting for their decision.
In that silent chamber, surrounded by mystery and danger, the five faced a choice that could alter not only their destinies but that of the entire city.
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They decided to advance.
They haven't gained anything relevant, and leaving now wouldn't change their situation. They had to take the risk.
The blue crystal pulsed with a blinding light, engulfing the five challengers in its radiance. For an instant, the world vanished in a whirlwind of sensations, only to reform into a new reality. The transition was disorienting, leaving them momentarily breathless.
They advanced again with caution, their senses heightened, every nerve on edge.
The cavern that surrounded them now seemed, at first glance, identical to the previous one. Vast, dark, with the same air charged with anticipation. But something... something was different.
The atmosphere felt heavier, more oppressive.
Upon reaching the open space...
One hundred Locus rose before them, arranged in a perfect square formation. Ten by ten, each separated by exactly ten meters from its neighbors.
A second of absolute silence. Then, chaos.
Explosions of ice and fire illuminated the cavern, creating a spectacle of destruction that rivaled their previous battle. The roar of unleashed magic was deafening, the light blinding in its intensity.
When the glow faded and the smoke dissipated, the group held their breath, expecting to see fewer Locus. The anticipation was almost painful, each heartbeat an eternity.
But the vision that greeted them froze the blood in their veins.
The hit Locus remained standing.
Their carapaces showed signs of damage, true, but they were far from defeated. The black markings on their bodies glowed with greater intensity, as if they were absorbing and neutralizing part of the damage. The sight was as mesmerizing as it was terrifying.
Surprise quickly turned to alarm when the Locus began to move, advancing with a terrifying speed, faster than normal.
Without wasting time, they launched the second wave of attacks.
Another explosion shook the cavern, elemental magic clashing against the bodies of the Locus in a frenzy of light and sound.
Nothing. The monsters kept advancing, relentless.
4 hits, 0 deaths.
Panic began to take hold of the group. The reality of their situation was setting in, cold and unforgiving.
Fifth attack.
But the Locus were still standing.
They kept advancing.
The black markings on their carapaces now shone with a blinding intensity, pulsing to the rhythm of a sick and monstrous heart. The eerie glow cast dancing shadows across the cavern, distorting their perception and adding to their growing terror.
The group retreated, the realization hitting them like a hammer: these Locus were much more resistant than all they had faced before. Their strategy, so effective in the first level, now seemed inadequate, almost laughably so.
The Locus were getting closer and closer.
They could see the details of their twisted bodies, hear the screech of their claws against the rock. The air grew thick with the stench of the monsters.
Time was running out. Their options were dwindling with each passing second.
"What do we do now?"
There was no answer. No one had it.
The Locus advanced, unstoppable. Their twisted forms, more terrifying than ever.
Panic threatened to consume them completely.
Until the one in charge of the emblem saw his book, on the statistics page.