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Liam inspected the wall closely, running his fingers over the worn edges of the slots. "It looks like they need to be inserted in a specific order."

Leon nodded, already preparing the Revenant heads. "Alright, let's start." He carefully placed the Mage Revenant head into the first slot, followed by the Sword Revenant's head, then the Bow Revenant's, and finally the Spear Revenant's.

As the last head clicked into place, the tunnel shuddered slightly. A deep, resonant hum echoed through the air, and ancient mechanisms began to stir. The inscriptions on the wall glowed faintly, and the ground beneath them trembled as the way ahead slowly began to reveal itself.

The walls began to shift and separate slowly, the bricks rearranging themselves like pieces of a massive puzzle. Each segment clicked into place one by one, revealing a single grand corridor bathed in an ominous red glow. The floor was lined with a luxurious crimson carpet, and intricate chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, their light casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls.

At the far end of the hall, a throne loomed—a dark and foreboding seat of power. Sitting upon it was a skeletal figure, garbed in tattered yet regal robes that shimmered faintly with ancient enchantments. The figure held a magnificent staff adorned with over sixteen luminous gemstones, each depicting a mythical beast. The aura emanating from the staff was palpable, radiating a power that seemed to compress the very air around them.

"He's about half a mile down the hall," Mily said, narrowing her eyes as she surveyed the path ahead.

Leon nodded, his eyes scanning the room for traps or hidden threats. "Either it's just him, or we'll be dealing with a long fight before we even reach him," he said, gripping his weapon tightly.

Liam adjusted his bloodstone gauntlets and frowned. "Judging by that aura, we won't be walking out of here easily. Even before we engage, the power rolling off the Skeleton King is enough to tell us he's far from a pushover. This will be an all-out battle."

Leon took a deep breath, steeling himself. "He's a Legendary-grade monster, probably near level 200 with the King class modifier. That makes him the equivalent of a level 250 normal monster."

The group tensed, their focus sharpening as they moved cautiously forward. They hadn't made it far when two figures emerged from the shadows of the throne room. They walked calmly and confidently, their presence unnerving.

The first was a maid with long, flowing black hair tied back neatly. She wore a dark uniform, her gauntleted hand wreathed in black flames that licked the air ominously. Her eyes glinted with cold calculation as she moved with an almost mechanical grace.

The second maid followed close behind. Her pale complexion and blindfold gave her an ethereal, haunting appearance. She carried an elegant rapier, its blade humming faintly with power, and her every step seemed deliberate, as though she could sense everything around her despite her lack of sight.

The first maid stopped in front of the trio, her voice calm but commanding. "One shall remain here and face us. The others may proceed to meet the King, should they succeed."

Leon exchanged a look with Roselia and Liam, weighing their options. The maids were no ordinary opponents, their power evident even from a distance.

"I'll handle them," Roselia said, stepping forward with her bow at the ready. Her tone was firm, leaving no room for argument.

Leon and Liam hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Be careful," Leon said as he and Liam prepared to move past the maids. They knew that splitting up was a risk, but Roselia's confidence in her abilities was unshakable.

The first maid smirked faintly as Roselia approached. "Bold. Let's see if your actions can match your courage," she said, raising her gauntlet as the black flames flared brighter.

The second maid, silent as ever, moved into a defensive stance, her rapier gleaming like a silver streak of moonlight.

Roselia notched an arrow, her golden bow glowing faintly as she aimed. "Let's get this over with," she muttered, her sharp eyes fixed on the maids.

As Leon and Liam pressed forward toward the throne, the battle between Roselia and the two maids began, the clash of power and precision echoing through the hall.

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Roselia took a deep breath as she faced the two maids. She wasn't just an archer in this form—she was a Dark Battle Magus, a deadly combination of ranged and close-combat prowess enhanced by dark elemental magic. Her black-and-gold armor shimmered with magical runes, and her twin weapons—a crescent-shaped scythe and a dark mana-infused spellbook—hovered in the air around her, ready for battle.
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The first maid, the one with the flaming gauntlet, stepped forward, her black flames roaring to life as she clenched her fist. "Your confidence will be your undoing," the maid sneered, her gauntlet releasing waves of intense heat that warped the air around her.

The second maid remained silent, her blindfold hiding her expression. She raised her rapier, its tip glowing with a soft, deadly light, and took a measured step to the side, flanking Roselia with the precision of a predator.

Roselia wasted no time. She slammed her foot into the ground, summoning a Dark Field, a pulsating dome of shadow magic that immediately dimmed the light in the room. The field drained energy from her enemies, slowing their movements and empowering her own attacks.

The first maid scoffed, black flames surging toward Roselia like a tidal wave. Roselia twirled her scythe, cutting through the flames with precise arcs, the edges of her blade glowing with dark energy. She countered by casting Oblivion Spear, a black, crackling projectile that streaked toward the flaming maid. The maid sidestepped with unnatural speed, but the spear exploded behind her, forcing her to retreat as shards of shadow rained down.

The second maid lunged from Roselia's flank, her rapier thrusting in rapid, graceful strikes. Roselia barely managed to deflect the attacks, her scythe spinning defensively in tight arcs. One strike slipped through, grazing her armor and leaving a faint burn mark.