The gate opened, and this time, there was no strange magic or sudden impact.
Just… cold wind.
Plain, dry air hit their faces as Leon stepped through first. What lay ahead was different from every floor they had seen before.
It looked like a battlefield. Endless and empty.
The ground was cracked, covered in old footprints, broken swords, and shattered armor. Torn banners flapped in the wind—none with any symbol or color, just blank cloth.
A flat, open land stretched far into the distance. No buildings. No monsters. Just the feeling that something big had happened here.
[Welcome to Floor 532 – Crownless March]
• Type: Memory Trial – March of the Last Climbers
• Hazard: Fatigue Build-Up – Strength drains over time
• Objective: Reach the far end of the battlefield. No help. No titles. No powers.
Note: All gear and skills temporarily sealed.
Suddenly, a message flashed in front of all of them.
"You climb not as Sovereigns, but as people."
