"Then test me," Leon replied. "See if I fall."
The other Sovereigns stirred at that—some amused, others irritated.
But the woman simply smiled.
"Not yet. Not here."
She gestured, and a ripple passed through the air. A new platform formed—larger than the last. At its center, a gate stood. Unlike others, this one pulsed faintly with a prismatic hue, like layered reflections folded into each other.
"This is the entrance to the Tri-Mirror Floor," she said. "Three realms. Three reflections. Each one reveals not what you are… but what the Tower thinks you could become."
Roselia stepped closer. "Illusions?"
The Sovereign shook her head. "No. Possibilities. Dangerous ones. If he breaks in any of them, he loses the right to challenge further."
Leon didn't hesitate. He moved toward the platform.
Roman muttered, "Every time we think the Tower's thrown its worst at us…"
Milim smirked. "It gets more fun."
Naval stepped beside Leon. "You want us with you?"
