Noah, a wraith in the self-made darkness, weaved through the cavern, his movements a blur of dark energy and precise strikes. The Troll, a thrashing beast robbed of sight, roared in frustration, its attacks nothing but clumsy attempts to swat at the unseen menace. Each time it swung, Noah would appear like a phantom, leaving another searing gash across the Troll''s glowing veins with Nemesis.

    The bridge, illuminated only by the fleeting sparks of their clash, trembled with every earth-shattering blow. Noah knew this couldn''t last forever. The darkness was a double-edged sword, and the strain of maintaining Night of Death was starting to tell. He needed to finish this fight, and fast.

    With a surge of dark energy, Noah unleashed his final gambit [Blood Flowers]. Every wound he had inflicted on the Troll during the chaotic dance in the dark began to glow with an ominous red light. The Troll, sensing the impending doom, roared in terror, but it was too late. With a mental command, Noah detonated the Blood Flowers.

    Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

    A series of bone-jarring explosions ripped through the cavern. The Troll, its body wracked with pain, was thrown back against the bridge railing, its form illuminated for a brief, horrifying moment in the crimson light of the detonations. Noah seized this fleeting opportunity.

    Like a shadow, he materialized behind the reeling monstrosity. In that split second, bathed in the afterglow of the explosions, he raised Nemesis high. The blade, imbued with the power of Night of Death and the Lord of Night, radiated a dark fire that burned with an otherworldly intensity.

    "Let me set you free," Noah declared, his voice a low growl in the echoing silence that followed the explosions. "I am the Angel of Death!"

    With a single, powerful swing, Noah brought Nemesis down in a devastating arc. The obsidian blade sliced through flesh and bone with terrifying ease, parting the Troll''s head from its body in a clean, brutal stroke. The severed head, eyes wide with surprise and a flicker of extinguished rage, tumbled across the bloodstained ice.

    The darkness its purpose served, dissipated at Noah''s command. Light flooded back into the cavern, revealing the carnage of the battle. The Troll''s body lay lifeless on the bridge, a testament to Noah''s cunning and skill. Noah himself, his body wracked with fatigue and his cloak singed from the Troll''s berserk energy, sank to his knees, gasping for breath.

    [You have obtained 25% Exp!]

    ''''Let me rest for a moment please!" he said to nobody in particular.

    Fifteen minutes crawled by as Noah slumped against the icy railing of the bridge. The adrenaline that had fueled him through the battle with the Ice Troll had faded, leaving behind a bone-deep exhaustion. His breaths came in ragged gasps, hand is muscles screamed in protest with each movement. The air, no longer choked by the darkness of Night of Death, felt thin and sharp in his lungs.

    He gripped Nemesis tighter, the familiar coolness of the blade a grounding force in this searing environment. He wouldn''t let the heat, the uncertainty, or the sheer scale of this fiery landscape deter him. He had come too far to turn back now.

    With a deep breath, he adjusted his cloak to offer some semblance of protection from the heat and stepped off the ledge, ready to face the trials by fire that awaited him on the fifth floor.

    Noah strained his senses, his Presence DDetectionskill humming with minimal feedback. The intense heat seemed to distort the usual flow of magical signatures, leaving him feeling strangely blind. He crept forward, each step a delicate maneuver on the uneven terrain of volcanic rock.

    Reaching the seventh rock, a particularly precariously balanced shard of cooled lava, he paused, a flicker of movement registering on his Presence.

    Crouching low, he peered into the swirling mass of molten rock below. At first, h nothing but the ever-churning inferno. But then, a flash of crimson caught his eye. A creature, seemingly born from the flames themselves, erupted from the lava. It was a Fire Lizard, a creature often found in lava.

    This particular Fire Lizard was a true behemoth. Its sleek, reptilian body, easily reaching two meters in length, was a vibrant crimson that seemed to glow faintly even in the harsh light of the lava. Molten rock dripped from its armored scales, hissing as it cooled on contact with the surrounding air.

    Its eyes, burning embers set within its reptilian skull, glowed with antense heat, locking ooah with a predatory glint.

    Powerful, clawed legs, tipped with razor-sharp obsidian talons, propelled the creature through the air with surprising agility. Its long, whip-like tail, tipped with a cluster of wickedly sharp barbs, swished back and forth, leaving trails of sparks in its wake. A plume of superheated air billowed from its nostrils, a silent testament to the inferno it called home.

    SCREECH!

    The Fire Lizard let out a deafening screech, a sound that echoed through the cavern and vibrated through the very rock beneath Noah''s feet. As the screech subsided, the creature hung suspended intowardr for a moment, its fiery eyes boring into him. It seemed to be sizing him up, assessing him as a potential meal or a foolish intruder.

    Noah''s grip tightened on Nemesis. He knew the rumors surrounding Fire Lizards. They were creatures of immense heat, their bodies impervious to conventional flames. They were fast, agile, and possessed a venomous bite that could melt flesh and bone alike. This was no ordinary foe; it was a denizen of the flames, a predator perfectly adapted to this unforgiving environment.

    The Fire Lizard, having made its assessment, let out another ear-splitting screech and launched itself towards Noah, a living projectile hurtling through the superheated air. The battle for the fifth floor, a battle between a lone player and a creature of pure fire, was about to begin.