The moment Fenrir stepped onto the fifth floor, the world tried to reject him.
A violent gale slammed into his body like a hammer, nearly throwing him off his feet.
Thunder cracked across the sky above, and blinding streaks of lightning cut the clouds in half. Rain poured in sideways, driven by winds strong enough to shear trees from the ground.
Fenrir grunted as he dug his boots into the soaked dirt, but even that wasn't enough. He stabbed his sword into the ground and leaned against it, anchoring himself.
"What the hell is this place?"
He muttered, squinting against the storm.
The winds howled in reply.
Knowing that brute force wouldn't be enough this time, he reached into his inner realm and summoned his companion.
"Nedrax."
A flash of magic burst beside him, and with a proud puff of smoke, the small dragon appeared, floating with his wings spread wide.
"Ah! You finally called upon your great and mighty partner! I was wondering how long you could hold out—WOAH!"
