Aria wondered if she could quit mid fight if she found the opponent to be a harsh one to take on with her current state.
She knew that matchups sometimes played a high role in one's winning chances. For example, with the bull. If the fight was held in an open grassland where it would be impossible for her to get the bull to be stuck in the wall, then she wouldn't have had the chance to snap its neck up.
Feeling relieved, she held the tenth golden key in her possession and thought of entering the tenth floor. Within seconds, the warp happened.
She opened her eyes in the last floor she was taking on for today.
It was akin to a medieval torture chamber, a place that she had been to a lot more than she should in the past. Weapons were placed on the wall, and the murky scent of blood enveloped her sense of smell as she blinked repeatedly to regain her perfect vision.
