By coincidence, the fifth room was much the same.
It was not until the sixth room that a new monster appeared.
On the raised platform, in front of a transparent jar, a humanoid monster sat cross-legged with its arms folded.
Unlike the atmosphere of the previous rooms, the sixth room was filled with the bleak, killing chill of a storm about to break.
Dark looked up at it, frowning slightly.
The humanoid monster wore a conical hat tilted low, concealing its entire face.
It was dressed in black cloth and had a build similar to a human's, with almost no visible differences.
A broad saber of extraordinary length hung diagonally across its back.
In this world of swords, magic, and Magical Spirits, Dark somehow sensed the air of an ancient swordsman from this monster.
Surprised, he developed a slight interest in it.
"Could this be the floor BOSS?"
"But this doesn't look like the final room where the floor BOSS should be..."
"Something feels off."
As Dark pondered, the humanoid monster seated upon the platform made the first move.
It drew out a hand and lifted the brim of its conical hat, finally revealing a pair of eyes—a black metal mask covered everything below them.
Its eyes were extremely strange, each pupil marked with an inverted triangle.
Black pupils, golden triangles.
They were particularly striking.
Under the gaze of those eyes, Dark faintly felt a chill, causing him to instinctively reach into his Card Case.
However, the monster's gaze quickly shifted away from him and settled upon Leomon.
The humanoid monster then slowly rose to its feet and crooked a finger at Leomon.
That gesture alone was enough to astonish them.
This was definitely not something an irrational monster could do.
Leomon narrowed his eyes and asked in a