Lucien stepped through the jagged threshold of the Obsidian Tower and the world behind him faded into muffled echoes. The clash of war outside dulled as though the Tower itself devoured sound.
Inside, the air was thick. It smelled metallic with the stench of blood and something acrid that burned his nose like rotting sulfur.
Monsters spilled from the shadows the moment he entered.
Morphis shifted in rhythm.
A spear that pierced. A whip that tore. A shield that shattered jaws.
Each strike was final.
And when their corpses dropped, he didn't let their drops rot on the floor. With a flick of his hand, he enveloped the drops with divine energy. They funneled directly into his Divine Energy Core. His INVENTORY was already full but his core drank deeply.
The Tower stretched upward. Its design was both alien and oppressive. A massive spiral staircase curled around the edges of the hollow chamber. Each step was slick with dark residue.
