When he reached Level 100 and became the Master of the Tower of Heaven, his bloodline infusion would be at one hundred percent.
Then Aleron would be free to explore the stars.
He was pleased at the thought. Since he had received the rewards, he calmly stepped into the next level of the Tower of Heaven.
The portal behind Aleron closed in silence, vanishing with a shimmer of silver light.
Before him stretched a battlefield.
The third level of the Tower was a vast stone plain, flat and cracked like the surface of a dried-up lake. The air here was colder, heavier, and thick with a sharp metallic tang. Every breath he drew was laced with the scent of rust, smoke, and blood.
A pale blue glow spilled from the floating crystals embedded high above, casting eerie shadows across the battlefield.
Aleron stepped forward slowly.
The earth trembled beneath his feet.
He paused, eyes narrowing, claws slightly unsheathing from his scaled fingers.
