Noah stepped onto the ninth floor, and the air immediately shifted, the cold biting deeper than before. Before him lay a vast ice swamp, an eerie landscape filled with frozen pools and jagged ice formations jutting out from the ground like the teeth of some ancient creature. The ground squished beneath his feet, a deceptive surface that hinted at the treachery hidden beneath the ice.
As he moved cautiously through the swamp, he felt a sense of unease settle over him. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the distant sounds of hissing and low growls echoed around him. Noah tightened his grip on his sword, the blade glowing with elemental energy, ready to face whatever awaited him.
