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Chapter 47 - 2nd Floor- the Realm of Eternal Night

Chapter 47: 2nd Floor- the Realm of Eternal Night

Noah and his teammates cleared through the 1st floor of Demon’s Tower at record time, just 30 minutes and this was despite playing it at Hell Mode.

This showed how superior this raid team was to any other raid team in the Warstar 11th server.

If they continued at this pace till the end of the dungeon, they were on course to break the existing clear record for Demon’s Tower that was held by the main raid party of one of the big guilds in the game.

After defeating Aamon, the Grand Marquis of Hell, ahead of them, the staircase leading to the second floor loomed.

At the end of the staircase was a golden gate covered in shimmering runes.

The moment that they stepped through the golden gate, the team felt an immediate shift in atmosphere.

Unlike the scorching, hellish heat of Aamon’s domain, this place was cold. Unnaturally so.

A twilight mist blanketed the air, limiting their vision, and the walls seemed to be made of endless shifting darkness, twisting and contorting like living shadows.

A game notification appeared, hovering before the 5 players.

[You have entered a new location: The Night Queen’s Labyrinth!]

[Warning: Illusory hazards detected! Mental fortitude required!]

The players tensed up, something changed.

The 2nd floor of Demon’s Tower was widely known as the Realm of Eternal Night. The Night Queen’s labyrinth? That was new, and illusory hazards definitely don’t show up till they meet the Demoness of Night herself.

This was most likely because they were playing this dungeon in Hell Mode.

"Great, a maze". Benjamin let out a low whistle. "This is definitely not how I wanted to spend my afternoon".

"Stay focused," Caleb muttered, already scanning and analyzing the environment. "Everything here is designed to deceive us".

Noah twirled his Spellforged Battle Lance, stepping forward without hesitation. "Then we break the illusions before they break us".

They advanced.

They didn’t have to wait long before the first attack came.

A whispering chill slithered through the air, then out of nowhere, a clawed hand burst from the darkness.

A Shadow Wraith!

It materialized mid-strike, tendrils of cursed energy lashing toward Noah’s back but the party leader was composed and alert.

Without even turning around, Noah whipped his lance in a perfect arc, the blade accurately slicing through the Wraith’s form.

It let out a distorted screech as it dispersed into nothingness.

"Figures, they’re fast". He mused, unfazed.

Aria’s Reckless Storm stared at Lord Doom, at his battle lance. "That lance of yours, the f*ck! How high is its damage stat?"

"How can you one-shot a Shadow Wraith in Hell Mode without even using a skill? Give me that battle lance!"

"Come take it if you can!"

Even in the middle of a dangerous dungeon, playing at Hell Mode, Noah and Aria still had the time to bicker between themselves.

The both of them were fond of bickering with each other.

They didn’t get to bicker idly for long though because the next moment, more figures emerged from the shadows; dozens of them.

In the Realm of Eternal Night, 3 different minions under the Demoness of Night’s army attacked challengers.

There are the Shadow Wraiths that flicker in and out of sight, launching unpredictable, phasing attacks from the darkness.

Then there are the Dusk Stalkers that darts between the team from the shadows, using their four enchanted daggers to go for vital points.

And then there are the Nightmare Gorgers who like the others are terrifying humanoid demons that lumbers forward, their very presence warping reality and filling the air with visions of terror.

Unlike in the 1st floor against Aamon’s Lesser Hellhounds who were more or less basic monsters with higher stats, HP, and MP, the minions in the 2nd floor were much more intelligent and terrifying.

Precision and swift decision making was needed to survive their assault, something that thankfully, this raid party had in abundance.

Afterall, they were pro players with 11 years of Warstar-playing experience.

They fought their way through the horde of demons, not just that, against the illusions that were also conjured in this world. Sometimes, they may not see anything but it was just an illusion, a Dusk Stalker hid there.

Though it was tricky at times, pushing them to their limits, they persevered, pushing through.

As the team struggled through the shifting illusions of Lilith’s domain, Benjamin chuckled mid-flight and quipped. He could no longer hold it in.

"Looks like this demoness is really knightmare fuel, get it?" He chuckled again, but paused on getting no response. "Night plus nightmare? No? Tough crowd".

Genevieve grimaced.

Aria dodged a Dusk Stalker’s blade and growled. "Ben, if you don’t focus, I swear I’ll make sure your next illusion is thinking you survived this fight".

"Ok, ok, pretty lady, that’s going too far". He chuckled again.

A few minutes later...

Genevieve clenched her staff, looking forward at the slightly mutated demons now before them. "These things..., there’s something corrupting our minds!"

"My psychic protection won’t last for long!"

Caleb clicked his tongue, summoning a Spirit Wolf to hunt down the Stalkers. "Those Gorgers are mutated, kill them fast before we lose control".

Benjamin quickly hurled a firestorm into the air.

The flames exploded outward, revealing the true form of the illusions and forcing the Wraiths to remain visible.

Aria dashed forward, weaving between Stalkers, her swords cutting through their misty forms in precise, lethal strikes.

It was chaos, a battle against both shadow and perception. But Noah’s team wasn’t just strong; they were brilliant too, including their teamwork.

With Genevieve’s divine light exposing the illusions, Benjamin raining fire down, and Caleb’s summons locking down the battlefield, the Nightborn forces of the Demoness fell one after another.

The final Nightmare Gorger roared, attempting one last mind-breaking scream but Noah didn’t let it.

Bam!

With a single thrust of his Spellforged Battle Lance, he pierced its core, releasing a burst of kinetic magic that tore it apart from the inside.

Silence fell. The minions were all dead.

Just as the last demon crumbled, the labyrinth shifted.

The darkness peeled away, revealing a grand throne room, a floating platform of midnight stone suspended over an endless void.

At its center, seated upon an obsidian throne was Lilith.

Her form was ethereal yet terrifying. She was a woman of dark beauty, draped in flowing robes of shadow, her skin pale as moonlight, eyes shimmering like endless voids.

"How interesting," she mused, her voice a sultry whisper that echoed through the chamber.

She slowly rose from her throne, a swirling grimoire of cursed spells levitating at her side.

Yes, every boss in Demon’s Tower was modeled after one of the main classes.

Aamon, the Grand Marquis of Hell was modeled as a Spellblade and a Summoner but as for Lilith, the Demoness of Night? She was a Warlock.

"You survived my pets. How... unexpected". She chuckled evilly.

The air grew heavy and suddenly, the darkness around them moved, as if responding to her very will.

Aria tightly gripped her swords. "I want to say I don’t like this," she said, her face twisting in thrill and excitement as she stared at this floor boss. "But in all honesty, I do love a good battle!"

Caleb adjusted his glasses, frowning. "She’s already preparing a spell; the fight starts the moment we move. Stay alert".

Benjamin exhaled. "Sigh..., what a beauty turned demon, those developers are bastards! This would have made such a good joke!"

Noah’s reaction? He just stepped forward, grinning. "Lilith, right?" He spun his lance once, resting it on his shoulder as he taunted. "You talk too much. Let’s get this over with".

Lilith’s lips curled into a smile.

"Oh darling... you have no idea what you’ve just stepped into".

’These A.Is are becoming really advanced!’ Noah was amazed but the next moment, he had to focus because...

With a snap of her fingers, the Demoness of Night plunged the world into utter darkness, and then she moved.

The battle... had begun.