As Lilith stepped onto the ninth floor, a rush of cold air enveloped her, sending a shiver down her spine. The landscape before her resembled a frozen swamp, the ground slick with ice and dotted with frozen pools that glimmered under the pale light. Jagged ice formations loomed in the distance, their sharp edges glistening ominously. The atmosphere was thick with tension, a sense of foreboding that hinted at the dangers lurking within.
But Lilith felt a familiar determination rise within her as she surveyed the terrain. She had fought hard to reach this point, and she would not falter now. With a steady grip on her sword, she focused her mind, channeling her energy as she prepared for the inevitable battle.
