The boss's voice echoed again, deep and cold.
"I… am the King of Upperhell."
Arya didn't flinch.
"I don't care who you are," he said, stepping forward. His tone was calm, but fire burned behind his mask. "And why I'm here… you already know that."
The monster chuckled, low and menacing.
"Then kill me. Or close this dungeon. But you don't even know who I really am."
Arya raised his head slightly. "I know your name… Joon Ya."
The boss froze for a moment.
"You may be the King of Upperhell… but you're wrong about one thing." Arya's voice sharpened. "If I came here to kill you, you'd already be dead."
"Then why are you here?" Joon Ya growled.
Arya's blade shimmered in the crimson light. "I'm here for the Key."
The monster's eyes narrowed. "What key?"
Arya scoffed. "Don't act like you don't know. We know. And all the other monsters know too. That power hidden in this dungeon—we know it's real."
Joon Ya's expression twisted into a snarl.
