Imminent Battle, A Woeful Greeting

"Bifrons?" He looked. 

The black cat remained silent for a few moments before speaking, "This will be our official goodbye, Ren Nakamura. It is the duty of at least one of the participants' attendants boarding the ship to inform you of the nature of the final floor." 

He wasn't exactly pleased to see the enigmatic, black cat as he kept his hand at his sword--a gesture that Bifrons simply smiled at as his tail waved in the abyssal air. 

"It's the same as the other two floors right? Just find the floor guardian and kick his butt; simply as that," He replied. 

Bifrons shook his head slowly, flicking his sable tail, "Not quite so."

The high elf lowered his staff as he stepped forward to approach the envoy of Purgatory, looking down at the cat. 

"Explain," Fedrin insisted.