The group advances, their hearts still riding the high of their recent victory and the acquisition of the Guardian's Bulwark for Nox. The air is thick with anticipation as they step into the next stage, the door behind them sealing shut with a definitive thud. The room they enter contrasts starkly with the brightly lit arena they've left behind. Here, darkness reigns, and fire torches are mounted on the wall. Its flame, glowing an eerie red, casts long, dancing shadows across the room, lending the space an ominous aura.
Nox's breath forms a visible cloud in the air as he remarks, "The whole place suddenly got cold." The drop in temperature is palpable, a stark reminder of the tomb's unpredictability.
Alix, his voice steady and commanding, alerts the group, "Be ready, everyone. We might be going to fight a strong opponent this time." His words serve as a rallying call, focusing their minds on the challenge ahead.