The 40th floor.
At this point, Damon had stopped measuring the process he had made using the numbers carved into the tower walls. The floors had become nonlinear, distorted by the abyss' spatial manipulation and incomprehensible architecture.
Some ascents stretched like mountains of agony, while others took him only a few steps forward, then dropped him into nightmares that lasted hours. Time was most definitely warped in the tower, but Damon couldn't tell by how much, he just knew it was.
He had finally arrived on what he believed to be the 40th floor, but this floor immediately felt very different compared to the others.
This was because this floor didn't greet him with silence, nor did it greet him with a barrage of attacks or a nightmarish scene.
But screaming. Not metaphorical or in his head.
Actual, unrelenting screaming.
