Noah ascended the stairs from the second floor, his victory on the previous level still tingling with adrenaline. The air on this new floor felt stagnant, heavy with a silence even more oppressive than the dankness below. It was a silence broken only by the faint drip of water somewhere in the distance.


    As he stepped out onto the third floor, a wave of nausea washed over him.


    ''''Ugh! How unpleasant.''''


    The stench hit him first – a putrid mix of rotting flesh and something unnaturally sweet, like decaying flowers. He squinted through the dim glow emanating from Nemesis, his eyes struggling to adjust to the gloom.


    The first thing that registered was the unnatural stillness. Gone were the damp walls and bioluminescent fungi that had characterized the previous floors. Here, the walls were rough-hewn stone, stained an unnatural ck that seemed to absorb even the meager light from his de.


    Then came the sight. Tall, skeletal trees, their bark long stripped away, stretched towards the unseen ceiling like skeletal fingers wing at the heavens. Leafless branches, gnarled and twisted, reached out usingly in all directions. The air itself hung heavy with a sickly green haze, obscuring the depths of this twisted forest.


    A shiver ran down Noah''s spine. This wasn''t a dungeon built of stone and magic; it was a ce of death, a chilling facsimile of a forest ravaged by some unseen catastrophe. The very air seemed to reek of decay, a tangible reminder of the lifeless things that once dwelled within these petrified woods.


    As he cautiously ventured deeper, the crunching of dead leaves under his boots was the only sound that broke the silence. Each step forward felt heavier than thest, the oppressive atmosphere draining his enthusiasm. This wasn''t just a test of skill or speed; it was a test of willpower, a challenge to push past the primal fear that wed at the edges of the challenger''s mind in this eerie ce.


    The oppressive silence was shattered by a sudden, unearthly screech. Arge bird, its feathers a sickly green, its eyes glowing with an unnatural red light, emerged from the dead branches of a nearby tree. Its razor-sharp beak cked menacingly, promising a painful demise.


    Noah raised Nemesis, a surge of dark energy coursing through his arm. This wasn''t a ce for hesitation. He was here to win, and he wouldn''t let this morbid forest or its monstrous inhabitants deter him.


    ''''Hiyaah!"


    A primal roar erupted from Noah''s throat as he charged forward. The skeletal trees blurred past him, their grotesque forms fueling the fire of determination in his eyes. The carrion bird, its screech still echoing in the dead air, seemed to hesitate for a moment, surprised by his sudden aggression.


    But hesitation was a luxury Noah couldn''t afford. Fifteen meters bridged the gap between them, a distance he covered in a heartbeat. With a burst of strength, heunched himself into the air, defying gravity for a fleeting moment. Nemesis, imbued with sword energy, sang a deadly song as he unleashed his signature attack.


    "Sky sh!" he roared, his voice tinged with the power of the abyss.


    A diagonal wave of sword energy erupted from the de, a ck crescent moon tearing through the sickly green haze. It met the carrion bird head-on, the creature''s surprised screech cut short as it was cleaved cleanly in two. The two halves of the grotesque bird rained down in a shower of gore,nding with a sickening thud on the carpet of dead leaves.


    Noah, with a practiced roll,nded gracefully on the unforgiving ground. He barely had a moment to catch his breath when the earth beneath his feet began to tremble. A low rumble, growing steadily louder, filled the air. The ground split open just a few feet away from him, and from the gaping maw of the newly created chasm, something rose.


    |em|p,yr


    ''''Grrr!"


    A groan, raspy and filled with an otherworldly hunger, escaped the creature''s decaying form. It was a zombie, its flesh a mottled green and grey, its eyes vacant and milky white. But this wasn''t a lone monstrosity. More rose from the depths of the chasm, a horde of the undead shambling towards Noah, their hunger palpable even in the oppressive silence of the dead forest.


    "Hah! Seriously, zombies?" Noah sighed, a hint of disappointment mixed with amusement in his voice. These creatures, slow and predictable, were hardly a challenge after the trials he had just ovee. But their sheer number could be troublesome. A single zombie was easy prey, but a hundred? That required a different approach.


    A mischievous smile spread across his face. With a flick of his wrist, he channeled his me Art. Nemesis, responding instantly, became a beacon of crimson me. The dark energy that usually coursed through the de was reced by a searing heat, the mes dancing merrily around the obsidian edge.


    Looking at the approaching horde, Noah couldn''t help but grin. This wasn''t just a test anymore; it was a game, and he knew exactly how to y it.


    "Now it''s getting fun!" he dered, his voice echoing through the dead trees. And with that, he charged towards the shambling horde, his ming de a beacon of destruction in the heart of this morbid forest.


    Noah like ouragan, carved a path through the shambling horde. Nemesis, a zinget in his hand, left trails of smoldering ash in its wake. The zombies, slow and mindless, were no match for his speed and ferocity.


    With each swing of his me-engulfed de, a zombie was cleaved in two, its desated flesh erupting in a hiss as it met the searing heat. Noah moved like a phantom, his every step leaving an afterimage that danced in the sickly green light filtering through the dead trees.


    He was a blur of motion, a symphony of violence, his movements honed by years of training and fueled by the thrill of thepetition and the primal satisfaction ofbat.


    The air grew thick with the stench of burning flesh and singed hair, a gruesome counterpoint to the sweet, cloying decay that permeated the dead forest. The once silent forest echoed now with the sizzle of burning flesh and the guttural groans of the undead as they met their fiery demise.


    A dozen zombies fell, then twenty, then more. Their numbers, while overwhelming at first, seemed to dwindle with rming speed under Noah''s relentless assault. He weaved through them with practiced ease, his me sword a scythe reaping a grim harvest.


    The remaining zombies, their decaying minds struggling toprehend the fiery whirlwind before them, began to hesitate, their shambling advance faltering.


    But Noah wasn''t about to give them a chance to regroup. He let out a war cry, a primal roar that echoed through the dead forest, and with a final, devastating flourish, he swept Nemesis in a wide arc. A wave of fire erupted from the de, engulfing the remaining zombies in a searing inferno.


    They screamed, their inhuman shrieks quickly extinguished as the mes consumed them, leaving only smoldering embers and the acrid scent of burnt flesh in their wake.


    Noah stood panting amidst the carnage, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat. He surveyed the battlefield, the silence broken only by the crackling of dying embers. The dead forest floor was littered with the charred remains of the zombie horde, a testament to his swift and brutal victory.


    A surge of exhration washed over him.