But soon enough, the human aide couldn't even muster the strength for a half-hearted clap, let alone real applause. His arms hung limp, and his legs felt like boiled noodles.
Riley was not sure what kind of place this was supposed to be, but in his mind, it needed a new label.
A torture chamber.
Yes. Definitely a torture chamber.
From the outside, the spire had looked deceivingly simple. Plain stone, not much to brag about, certainly nothing that screamed "abandon hope, all ye who enter." But the moment he stepped inside, Riley discovered the truth.
It was a giant, endless death trap disguised as a staircase.
A spiral staircase that wound up and up, as if straight into the heavens.
He looked up once, regretted it instantly, then looked down, regretted that even more.
Just how far would a pebble thrown from the top travel?
Would it even hit the ground, or would it just burn out of existence halfway?
