The shadows surged again, thicker than before, crawling up the walls and ceiling like living tar.
Nerothiel stood at the center of it all, veils fluttering without wind, its thousand faces cycling faster now.
Anger had crept into the shifting expressions, subtle but unmistakable.
"Pain anchors you," Nerothiel said softly. "Then I will give you meaningless pain."
The demon raised one elongated hand.
The dungeon collapsed inward.
Kael felt his footing vanish as the floor dissolved into darkness. For an instant, he was falling—then standing—then falling again.
Gravity twisted, directions lost their meaning. His wounded palm burned as blood streamed down his wrist, but even that sensation began to dull as the demon's power intensified.
[Skill Activated: Labyrinth of Delusion] for the demon.
The world fractured.
Kael now stood in a narrow corridor lined with doors—hundreds of them. Each door bore a familiar symbol, a memory, a name.
His chest tightened.
