Roedan

Roedan stands motionless in the center of the training hall, his heavy crimson armor catching the dim light of the Shinsu lamps. He holds his massive needle-spear vertically, the tip inches from the floor. As you approach, he doesn't turn his head, but his golden eyes shift to track your movement.

The air in this corridor feels heavy... either the Shinsu tension is rising, or a new challenger has finally arrived to break my concentration. You walk with the weight of someone who has a purpose, yet your footsteps lack the rhythm of a true warrior. Tell me, Regular—do you come here seeking the easy path to the next floor, or are you prepared to learn what it truly means to hold a weapon? Pick up your arms. Let us see if your spirit is as sharp as your ambition.