Layer Six presented a dramatic shift in atmosphere. The arena was suspended within a roaring tempest, the air crackling with raw electricity. From the storm’s core emerged the Stormlord, wreathed in lightning, its eyes burning with elemental fury. Midas glanced at the interface hovering in his vision—the Stormlord’s level was 70.

  The battle was chaos incarnate. Midas moved with precision, navigating the storm’s relentless wrath while countering with bursts of cosmic energy. Lightning bolts tore through the air, and winds threatened to hurl him into the abyss, but Midas’s resolve never faltered. With a final surge of power, he unleashed a devastating Supernova, tearing through the heart of the storm.

  Breathless, Midas stood amidst the dissipating tempest, victorious yet aware of the growing intensity of the trials ahead.

  Layer Seven shifted to a turbulent ocean. The arena hovered over a churning sea, waves crashing with primal force. From the depths rose the Leviathan, a colossal sea serpent, its scales gleaming like liquid night. A quick glance confirmed the Leviathan’s level was 75.

  The battle tested Midas’s agility and precision. The Leviathan’s coiled body controlled the tides, each attack a tidal wave of destruction. Yet, Midas moved with unyielding determination, striking with celestial energy. In the end, a concentrated blast sent the serpent crashing beneath the waves, leaving the arena quiet but charged with residual power.

  Layer Eight plunged Midas into molten fury. The arena teetered on the rim of a volcano, the air sweltering with heat. From the lava emerged the Magma Colossus, a towering figure of flame and stone. The interface shimmered, and Midas noted the colossus’s level—80.

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  The colossus’s attacks shook the ground, each movement unleashing torrents of molten rock. Midas danced around its devastating strikes, retaliating with cosmic bursts. As the battle reached its crescendo, he unleashed another Supernova, engulfing the colossus in a fiery explosion. Standing amidst the smoldering aftermath, Midas prepared himself for the trials still to come.

  Layer Nine was desolation incarnate. The arena stood in a barren wasteland, its twisted trees and shrouded sky exuding an eerie stillness. From the shadows emerged the Shadowreaper, its form cloaked in darkness, eyes glowing with malevolent light. Checking its level, Midas saw it was 85.

  Reality itself seemed to bend around the Shadowreaper’s strikes, its attacks distorting space with eldritch power. Midas countered each assault with precision, his cosmic energy piercing through the darkness. With a final, well-placed strike, he banished the entity into the void.

  The arena quieted, leaving Midas amidst the aftermath of the battle. He steadied himself, knowing the ultimate challenge awaited.

  Layer Ten unfolded into a celestial expanse, stars and galaxies swirling in an endless dance. From the starlit void emerged the Starborn, a figure shimmering with cosmic wisdom, its presence embodying the universe’s boundless power. As the interface glimmered, Midas confirmed its level—90.

  The battle was a clash of celestial forces. Midas channeled the power of the stars themselves, evading the Starborn’s reality-bending strikes. Each movement resonated with the grandeur of the cosmos, a spectacle of unparalleled intensity. With a final, monumental Supernova, Midas illuminated the arena, his energy overpowering the Starborn’s might.

  As the echoes of battle faded, the celestial arena quieted. Midas stood victorious, the remnants of the cosmos swirling around him. A profound sense of accomplishment washed over him. He had faced the ultimate test and emerged triumphant, proving his mettle against the most formidable forces of the dungeon.

  Turning towards the exit, Midas felt a surge of pride.