The ground trembled, as though it could sense the currents of power that rippled through the air. Arthur's massive shadow stretched long and dark across the cracked earth as he advanced, driven by a pulse that resonated through his core. It was a call, not of words but of intent, leading him through the sulfur-laden fog that clung to the earth like a heavy veil. The Cursed Crown in his grip pulsed, a rhythmic beat that quickened with each step, as if sensing what lay ahead.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
Caution: An intelligent presence lies ahead. Threat level high.
Current Stamina Drain: +10%.
Arthur barely spared a glance at the system's warnings. The sense of foreboding only served to sharpen his focus. He was in territory unfamiliar to him, and everything around him screamed danger. But this was what he thrived on. Danger meant power, and power was his to claim.