In this valley lies a river of blood formed from the corpses of the dragons and lich’s. A man in full armor plating stood among the carcasses with blood dyeing his armor red. It had been weeks since he journeyed to the bottom floor of the labyrinth. He had learned the crevices and paths that would allow him to reach the bottom floors with ease.

The high ceiling of this valley made it so that cirrus clouds gathered. Each floor of the labyrinth was a separate biome itself, therefore he was sure that these clouds were natural. The slaughter that was present around this floor was not natural.
 
“What is that?”
 
And he saw the mountainous dragon that laid dead at the base of a mountain structure. Mouth gaped open and eyes pluck from its head. The wings of the dragon span two mountains yet there was a sword scar around the dragon’s stomach, revealing the intestines of the dragon. The head was attached to a rock peak and the blood of dragon flowed like a river upon this valley.
 
Wayne, who dived this labyrinth to see what lies saw a figure that spooked him. Upon that dragon’s head lies a figure covered in that of energy beyond he could comprehend. It was like watching a myriad of forces clinging to this figure. This figure was unholy and it can only be a monster that wielded a sword that seems to have been forged from the stars. He saw the stars on the blade that his figure was holding.
 
He could have called it many names.
 
However, what stood out for him was the tears of blood pouring out of the sockets of this being. It stood on the dragon’s head while waiting for foes to slaughter. It would face the dominion of the monsters without batting an eye. Despite the bloody years this being held no fear against the enemies that came out of the portals. Dragons that stood over mountains, Lich’s that ruled the dead, and behemoths who would face this being without any fear.
 
Wayne held on to his saw-like two-handed sword. He has been avoiding the enemies and has killed a few. However, he couldn’t move at the presence of these monsters that are feared above the surface. These monsters that dwelled inside this labyrinth instead of the land could destroy all of humanity. Yet, they all stood before a being wrapped in a cloak made from a myriad of energy.
 
The Blood Crier stood with its hands holding on its sword. It faced the behemoths and mountainous foes without any fear. The blood that it was spilling from its eyes seems like a shed of mercy for these beings that faced a being beyond anyone’s understanding. Wayne couldn’t understand what happened the moment the battle started.
 
All he saw was a swing that cleaved half of the being’s enemy. They all fell and the dragon that led the charge was pinned down by the enemy. The sword of the being turned into chains made of energy that held the scales of the dragon. It couldn’t move as it helplessly stared while the Blood Crier skinned the dragon of its scale and beheaded it with a chop of its sword.
 
It was then the labyrinth opened up portals to “contain” the evil that appeared inside. Wayne had his heart pumping as the earth beneath his feet shook. It was then that Cherubic beings clad in an eerie light covered the biome of this floor. Their swords of darkness pointed at the invader had slaughtered the beings of this labyrinth.
 
Like bees, they surrounded the defiant being. Their speed beyond what Wayne could perceive. The battle became a sudden loud bang that resulted in the fall of these eerie angels. Their screams resembled that of a banshee and every single one of them was being slaughtered by the sword of the Blood Crier. The Blood Crier made the biome rain with the gore of the angels. It slaughtered no matter what enemy came out of the portal.
 
The Blood Crier was all alone in the mountain of corpses it was raising. Wayne stood with his sword tightly held. All of the delusions of glory that he held were shattered at the sight of this battle. How could a mere swordsman fight the impossible? How could they slay a monster that could break the dragons and the angels with its sword?
 
The portal was throwing monsters at the Blood Crier. However, it was not unfair for the Blood Crier. It was only fair for them to send out so many against this unbreakable monster. This monster who would face the might of this labyrinth. This monster who crawled from the deepest floors of the abyss to reach the 100th floor of the Labyrinth. Nothing can stop it from reaching the surface and only the labyrinth was hindering it from leaving. The 100th floor was the entry passage that guards the uncharted paths. If this monster was able to crawl through that path then there was nothing stopping it to reach the surface. The labyrinth was throwing all of its monsters to this defiant being. Its wish to destroy the being that had slaughtered its inhabitants.
 
Wayne’s instincts were telling him to run away. And so he did without looking back at the slaughter that was behind him. He sprinted to the snake-like path, avoiding the stampede that crowded the entrance to the 99th floor of the labyrinth. He could see the legions of monsters screaming as the Blood Crier drains the life of the mighty beings that rule this labyrinth.
 
The strange orb that acted as the sun for this biome shone. In the corner of the biome was the Blood Crier building a mountain of corpses. The being still standing despite the enemy coming waves after waves.
 
Wayne had to warn the surface about this being who faced the legions of monsters alone.
 
He had to make sure to tell what was coming.
 
It wouldn’t too long before this monster sees the light.
 
If it does then there was only a few who could stop this monster.
 
The Tower of Nimrod needs to be sealed before this monster gets out.