Ashborn stood amid the collapsed ruins of the Eclipse Titan's domain. Massive fragments of cosmic bone and shadow-flash littered the obsidian platform. Molten streaks of crimson still bubbled where his last strike split the aberration's neck, and the towering sunless sky flickered with glitched constellations, trying to reassert natural order. Aetherion pulsed faintly at his back before vanishing into his storage thread, and the silent hum of the Genesis Thread faded into a resting spiral over his arms.
"I guess my system's gotten complicated..."
Ashborn murmured as he rolled his shoulders, wiping black ichor off his cheek with the back of his hand. His breathing had evened out, but beneath the cool exterior, his mind churned with the weight of what he'd just become.
The system's words still echoed in the back of his skull like a half-sung dirge:
"Paradox Crown Engine stabilized... core sync holding at 93.8%... Genesis Thread Soul-Weave Phase confirmed...."
His lip twitched slightly. That move had nearly torn his arms off to land.
Ashborn's eyes scanned the silent, broken battlefield, seeking the spiral staircase that should've led to floor 51.
But there was no staircase.
Instead, in the distance beyond the scorched altar and shattered titan husk. Two radiant tears in space shimmered into being. Like wounds in reality.
One was red.
One was purple.
Ashborn narrowed his gaze and approached, boots crunching over powdered crystal and calcified light.
The red portal shimmered like molten mercury, its interior showing glimpses of floor 51: cracked mountains, floating blades, and strange inverted temples spinning in a gravity-warped sky. Thunder cracked across its edge like a heartbeat.
But it was the purple portal that caught his breath.
It was impossibly still glass-like in its smoothness yet within, Ashborn saw a modern world, cyberpunk and mystical,
Where spires of glass and neon stretched beside sky-borne citadels. Magic circuits lined the streets. Flying beasts weaved between hovercrafts. Various races. Elves, beastkin, and cyber-mages walked freely under glowing banners bearing arcane sigils and digital interfaces.
A loudspeaker somewhere in that world echoed faintly:
"...Interdimensional gate 7 is now closing... please do not tamper with unstable mana-code formations..."
Ashborn's eyes widened as he moved closer. The sheer contrast between this realm and the brutal horror of the Dungeon made his breath catch.
"That's the outside...?"
"Or... an outside."
He wasn't sure.
The portal pulsed once as if sensing his presence.
But then his system buzzed again.
[System notification - Crossroads identified]
● Red portal: Dungeon path - Floor 51 initiation
● difficulty Spike: Severe
● Reward tier: Ascendant
● Completion status 50/100 floors cleared
○ Purple portal: External interstice:
Cyber-Magitech World - Axis-E110
○ Warning: Leaving the dungeon will pause the current Ascension.
○ entry allowed. Return permitted only through synced portals or an anchor sigil.
○ external environment detected:
Civilization class - S+, combat potential - Variable
○ Genesis Thread Sync compatible: YES
○ Cosmic core autonomy Compatible: YES
> [Do you wish to temporarily exit the tower and explore Axis-E110?]
> [Or continue the Dungeon Solo path toward Floor 51?]
You may choose once.
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Ashborn's eyes flickered back and forth between the glowing gates.
His fingers twitched slightly, a dozen thoughts tumbling in silence.
"That world out there... maybe I could gather insight. Find someone who understands this world's origin. Or finally train my cosmic powers instead of winging it every floor. Tch."
"But Floor 51... I'm halfway there. And every ten floors, I evolve again. I grow. Escaped can wait."
He stood at the edge of both fates. Torn between the endless dungeon and a world brimming with unfamiliar wonder.
He glanced at the HUD again.
The words at the bottom caught his attention.
> "Genesis Thread sync compatible: YES"
> "Cosmic core autonomy Compatible: YES"
A slow smirk formed.
"Compatible, huh?"
He reached into his pocket, pulling out a half-burned ration bar he looted off a phantom merchant on floor 36. Took a bite, watching both portals hum like two gods waiting for his verdict.
The taste was awful.
Didn't matter.
His aura began to stir again. Soft gold. Deep violet, Threading upward as the Genesis Thread fluttered into existence, twisting gently behind him like divine silk sensing infinite potential.
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"World... Axis-E110? Is that the planet's name or the universe?"
Ashborn murmured, one brow arched, staring at the name pulsing over the shimmering portal frame. The violet-vortex spun lazily in the air like a cosmic whirlpool, crackling with runes and data streams.
On the other side-
A world unfolded.
Skyscrapers of glass and neon spires coiled upward like crystalline tendrils. Between them floated skyborne citadels cloaked in translucent barriers. Streets buzzed with mystic light; circuits of arcane glyphs pulsed underfoot like veins of a living city. Hovercrafts zipped above, flanked by winged beasts cloaked in techno-runes. Under glowing banners etched with both sigils and digital code, people of all races moved freely. Beastkin with data-linked tattoos, elves cloaked in mana-fabric, cyber-mages riding gravity-boards.
It was... chaotic beauty. Cyberpunk meets arcane dreamscape.
"And the return entry is only permitted through synced portals or anchor sigils... how the hell do I even leave one of those behind?"
He scratched the back of his neck, trying not to wince as new data filtered into his system overlay.
"Do I use my cosmic power to generate one manually? Or... do I imprint my Genesis Thread into the dimensional layer?"
His mind raced through calculations, but he couldn't ignore the feeling in his body.
"Damn. My Genesis Thread and Cosmic Core are going wild like two hyper kids seeing a theme park for the first time."
A low chuckle escaped him. His entire form thrummed, a vibrating hum rising from his chest to his fingertips.
"Easy, you two. We've been stuck in this SSS-Rank horror pit for way too long, I get it."
Ashborn lifted a finger, eyes narrowing on the flickering prompt.
> [Do you wish to temporarily exit the dungeon? And explore Axis-E110?]
His fingertip hovered a breath away.
But then-
A chill crawled down his spine. His instincts screamed.
"Wha--"
He turned-
And a helmet-shaped head slowly emerged from the edge of the portal like a void-born sentinel. Utterly silent, unseen by his scans. No mana presence. No spiritual fluctuation. Just there.
Ashborn's pupils shrank.
"What the fuc--"
A blur of silver and violet tore through the portal. A metal-clad fist slammed into his cheek before the word left his mouth, twisting his head violently sideways. The force sent shockwaves through the air as his body was launched like a meteor.
CRASHH---!!!
Ashborn's frame tore through stone and dust, shattering a small mountain in the near distance. The ground trembled beneath the force of his impact. Debris and obsidian shards exploded upwards like a volcano erupting in reverse.
A low rumble echoed through the mountain range. Birds scattered.
Silence
Then, a piece of Ashborn's cape fluttered down beside the crater.
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[Cosmic scan - Activated...]
[SYSTEM STATUS]
[REVENANT NULL-CROWN]
Designation: Omega-Class Aberrant Entity
Classification: Voidborne Sovereign – Endbringer Variant
Level: 87
Tier: Transcendent Apex – [Anomaly Rank: ∅ / Null-Cycle]
State: Fully Manifested
Threat Code: [EXILED BY ORDER OF THE CELESTIAL SPHERE]
Kill Priority: ∞
[Core Signature]
• Origin Protocol: Null-Creation Pulse – Born outside existence; no origin or end can define it.
• Core Type: Antithesis Singularity Core (Stabilized within Inverted Ether Shell)
• Energy Type: Anti-Cosmic Tri-Field (Void + Chaos + Inversion)
• Core Sync Rate: 100% – Cataclysm Equilibrium Achieved
Primary Abilities:
Fracture Pulse – Null Pattern Sync
Type:
Anti-Cosmic Technique (Ultimate Skill)
Class:
Threadbreaker / Void Disciple / Anti-Creation Specialist
Tier:
Myth-Killer Rank (Forbidden, Combat-Sync Based)
Description:
"Against the flow of reality's weave… comes the fracture that dances without rhythm."
Fracture Pulse – Null Pattern Sync is a hyper-compressed, anti-cosmic martial technique that weaponizes rhythm dissonance, motion chaos, and quantum rejection to shatter the structured elegance of cosmic abilities. It is specially designed to counter cosmic-thread users like Ashborn Lionheart, whose power thrives on harmony, synchronization, and metaphysical continuity. This skill violently unsyncs time, motion, and energy patterns around the user, creating bursts of irregular, staccato movements and chaotic temporal echoes that make it nearly impossible for systems like Ashborn's Genesis Thread, Mythoscape Convergence, or Starbrand Flare Mode to maintain stable computation, prediction, or adaptation.
1. [Void Corruption]
• Description: Corrupts matter, will, and existence itself. Entities exposed deteriorate across quantum and metaphysical planes.
• Effects:
• Reality Fracture Aura
• Memory Bleed Field
• Dimensional Hemorrhage
• Contagion: "Nullmark" – corrupts even divine laws
2. [Chaotic Ether]
• Description: A volatile and unbound form of proto-energy stolen from the realm between realms.
• Effects:
• Unstable Surge Bursts
• Logic Inversion
• Zone Instability Generation
• Breaks causality within a localized radius
3. [Anti-Cosmic Particles]
• Description: Theoretical matter that cancels creation—engineered to unravel even conceptual frameworks.
• Effects:
• Cosmic Structure Negation
• Field: "Entropy Maw"
• Neutralizes divine spells, cosmic wards, and time-based abilities
• Permanent damage to immortals, spirits, and constructs
Stats:
HP∞ / ∞Immortal by structural negation
MP (Malign Pulse) 780,000. Drawn from Chaotic Etherstorm
SP (Stamina Pool) 520,000 Self-replenishing in Void Realms
[Strength] - ???
Collapses mountains with a strike
[Agility] - ???
Exists between frames of motion
[Endurance] - ???
Immune to decay, disintegration
[Willpower] - ∞
Cannot be influenced or rewritten
[Void Affinity] 100% True Heir of Null
Corruption Factor 8.9 / 10Planetary hazard level
[Traits & Passives]
• Crown of the Hollow God: Renders the user immune to fate, prophecy, or clairvoyant prediction.
• Eclipse Mantle: Converts light-based attacks into anti-cosmic pulses.
• Reality Bane: Presence weakens dimensional seams. Portals crack. Laws falter.
• Absolute Unbeing: Immune to all existence-based detection methods.
• Tear of the Abyss (Passive): Upon defeat, fractures the timeline where it died.
[Restrictions]
This entity is beyond the authority of all known system administrators.
Attempts to seal, log, or rewrite have failed.
[Notes]
• Last Seen: Floor 88 – Tower of Chaos Apex Layer
• Confirmed Kills: 47 World Seeds, 3 Cosmic Archons, 1 Bound Fateweaver
• Survivor Testimony: "It didn't kill me. It just… erased the part of me that could scream."
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Ashborn rose from the crushed mountainside, the entire slope caved in around him like a dented meteor crater. His body twitched once, bones resetting themselves with small pops of energy, and a ripple of Genesis Thread mended a few torn segments of his armor shirt.
He spat Stardust onto the obsidian floor. It hissed.
"Ouch... you fucker..."
His voice dripped with dry venom, jaw still aching.
"No hello? No How-you-doin''? Just straight to hands?"
Ashborn cracked his neck once.
"How the hell did you even land that? My tracking's top tier and I didn't see shit."
He rolled his shoulder, licking the taste of blood from the corner of his mouth. His cosmic senses flared instinctively again. Still nothing. As if the world refused to admit that these monsters even existed.
And then he looked. Really looked.
Hovering in front of the portal's rippling edge stood "Revenant Null-Crown", his silhouette framed by the prismatic swirl of Axis-E110's fractured skyline. The creature's form pulsed like a living omen. Tall, lean, sculpted like a god-killer. Every inch of his body was wrapped in living armor, black as void, silver as starlight, and split with rivers of liquid gold that pulsed like heartbeat veins.
His crown was carved of bone and crystal, jagged like a broken halo crackling with blue flame and pure will. Twin horn-like antennas rose like the mandibles of some forgotten celestial predator. His faceplate opened just slightly. Revealing nothing but raw light and a sneer made of static.
Behind him, a storm of void tendrils danced and curled like the trailing edge of a dying universe. They moved with purpose, not random motion. Like a living cape. A cloak made of absence.
Even the air refused to breathe around him. Dust froze. Embers stopped mid-air.
"..."
Ashborn's gaze flicked toward the data panel that auto-deployed as a warning from his Genesis core. His eyes scanned faster now.
'Omega-Class aberrant... fully manifested.... EXILED BY THE CELESTIAL SPHERE.... Kill Priority: ∞....'
His brow twitched.
"What the fuck is wrong with your system status?"
He barked out a half-laugh, half-snarl, still rubbing his cheek.
"Bro, you got a literal 'Do not engage' sign from god herself, and yet here you are throwing haymakers like it's a street brawl."
Ashborn's threads stirred in his chest, buzzing like angry spirits.
But they couldn't sync.
Everything felt... wrong.
Every move, every pulse, was out of rhythm. His body thrummed with discordant pulses, like he was a note out of tune with the cosmos.
[Genesis Thread... destabilizing... unable to harmonize with local ether.
He could feel it. The Fracture Pulse - Null Pattern Sync was in effect.
"Ohhh no. You're that kind of bastard, huh?"
Ashborn took a step forward, his stance lowering.
"Anti-cosmic unsyncing, timeline-breaker, reality-melting... what are you, A damn counter-spec built to solo me?"
Null-Crown didn't speak.
But his presence did.
The very thought of him itched inside Ashborn's mind. Like a concept that refused to be processed. A paradox held together by narrative exclusion. His presence made Ashborn's cosmic core twitch in revolt.
And yet... Ashborn grinned, blood still on his teeth.
"Tch... Fine. You wanna dance that badly? Let's set the tempo, Crownie."
Ashborn's right foot shifted, a flare of golden cosmic flame erupting beneath his boot. A shockwave rippled from his stance. His body began to resonate. Barely. Through brute force against the Null sync field.
[Genesis Thread - Force Overdrive mode... engaged]
[Cosmic Core Output - Stabilizing at 61%... warning: distortion risk imminent.]
A golden halo blinked behind his back, twitching and flickering like a corrupted sun.
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Ashborn steadied his breathing, Genesis Threads humming at his fingertips as the Revenant Null-Crown floated before him. Dust and ember swirled in the void where the portal's light tangled with cratered rock.
"Fine" Ashborn muttered, glancing between the two shifting portals. "Let's see how you handle living. Breathing chaos."
His eyes snapped to the towering Abyssal figure. Null-Crown's crown of bone-crystal glowed with an eerie cyan flare. Even his slightest breath seemed to warp reality. A sense of wrongness. Fragments of time splintering, pressed against Ashborn's mind.
"You've got a fancy HUD," Ashborn snarled, "but I've got something you can't touch: my brand of cosmic stubbornness."
And with that, he lunged forward, [Void Thread Lunge - Omega form] igniting beneath his feet. The ground split into shards of obsidian as he vaulted into a blur, closing the gap in an instant. Aetherion's form shifted to Whipblade mid-dash, the blade's edge fracturing space in his wake.
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Ashborn materialized inches away, snapping the Whipblade around to strike horizontally. A shockwave of gold and violet light twisted around the blade.
[Ashborn HUD:
• Echo Vein Spiral: Ready
• Twin Reality Convergence Slash (2/3) Slots Available
• Genesis Thread: Rage Mode Engaged]
But as the Whipblade arc neared Null-Crown's chest, [Fracture Pulse - Null Pattern Sync] erupted from the titan's crown. Reality buckled. Ashborn's strike paused mid-air. Fragments of his momentum looped out of sync, as though caught in a glitch.
"Shit!" Ashborn's body froze, memory sigil flaring. He triggered [Cosmic Spellcasting Overdrive] a quick concept weave: "My blade moves regardless of time glitch."
But Null-Crown's presence simply flickered, shrugging off the attempt. The Whipblade snapped free of Ashborn's hand, vanishing into static. Ashborn stumbled, then tumbled across the crater, his body phasing in and out for a heartbeat.
[Null-Crown's Presence:
• Reality Bane passive active. Ashborn's Reality-Weaving attempts stutter.
• Anti-Cosmic Particles buzz around, dissolving Aetherion's afterimage.]
Ashborn's eyes stung as he tossed his cloak aside, sliding across shattered obsidian. He tapped [Memory Sigil Slot 1] unleashing a [Radiant Sever - Charged] attempt but Null-Crown's [Void Corruption] aura snapped at the attack, eating light and distorting Ashborn's trajectory.
"Dammit..." He spat Stardust. "You're like a cosmic antivirus program."
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Ashborn leaped behind cover, a scorched pillar of crusted magma, pulling Aetherion back into his hand in Blade form. He slapped the [Echo Forge Subroutine] online, sending Resonance Anchors spiraling outward, embedding into air and ash. The anchors pulsed violently, attempting to stabilize time loops and prevent Null-Crown's aura from fracturing truth.
The anchors flickered. Then ignited with soundwave constructs: Sonic blades carving glyphic patterns in mid-air, swirling toward Null-Crown.
"Let's try something else," Ashborn growled, shifting to [Genesis Thread: Resolve Mode. A violet-glow aura enveloped him, fortifying his durability and MP regen.
He dashed forward and swung Aetherion in a Twin Reality Convergence Slash.
• Blade one: Aetherion's edge struck Null-Crown's right gauntlet. Sparks of anti-cosmic energy collapsed but the chainmail armor held firm.
Blade two: A delayed echo rippled above, aimed for the titan's shoulder. Once again, the blow slammed into an unearthly shield.
He recovered in a stuttering motion. Null-Crown's [Chaos Ether] responded. A ripple of Quantum Inversion struck Ashborn's shoulder, flipping his body backward. He slammed into jagged rock, armor plates denting, Cardinal wounds flaring.
"Bleh--" Ashborn coughed, calling [Cosmic Regenerative Factor - Tier II] to mend his ribs on the fly. But every passing second of repair felt like seconds lost to Null-Crown's relentless sang-disconnect.
Ashborn closed his eyes, his heartbeat echoing. He tapped the new [Chrono-Ward Seed] in his Fragment:
"If a concept-wipe or time-erasure occurs, rewind four seconds and blink behind him."
He forced his mind to relax, letting the Ward seed ready itself. Memories of past battles. Gorehowl Centipede, Eclipse Titan, and Hollow Choir King flickered in his head, igniting resolve.
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Ashborn sprang to his feet, aura pulsing gold-violet, a ring of shimmering misaligned light around him as he triggered [Mythoscape Convergence - Void Harmonics] tendrils of mythology-weave sneaked through the air, attempting to warp battlefields concept: "This place is Ashborn's domain."
The moment the weave formed, Null-Crown unleashed [anti-cosmic particles] in a spray: tiny void shards that dissolved each Mythoscape thread. Constructs flickered and vanished.
"You hate stories, don't you?"
Ashborn hissed.
He kicked off the ground in a Micro-Warp teleport. Behind Null-Crown in an instant, he summoned Genesis Flame - Starbrand Flare Mode: a spiraling blue-white inferno that seethed around Aetherion as he lashed out at the titan's midsection.
The flame should have burned through even time fragments and for a split second it did. But Null-Crown's Eclipse Mantle converted fire's radiance into a cascade of anti-cosmic pulses. The blaze collapsed into nothingness, leaving Ashborn's arm smoking.
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"Paradox Crown vs Fracture Pulse"
Exhausted and battered, Ashborn gritted his teeth. He would not let this abomination break him.
He forced his [Cosmic Core - Evolution Stage III - Paradox Crown Engine] online, the four orbs locking into a triangular cage around a dark Singularity. The air hummed with paradoxical energy.
"Crown of Infinite Ifs... let's try..."
Ashborn whispered the trigger word. Time around Null-Crown flickered back four cycles, rewinding the last sequence of Null-Crown's radiation conversion. In that micro-window:
• Ashborn blasted a [Spiral-Entropic Genesis Collapse] from his [Memory Sigil] layering entropy and radiant matter around the titan's legs.
• The force pitched Null-Crown off balance. Just for a moment.
The canyon shuddered as the titan's crown halo pulsed, absorbing the blow but its form wavered.
"Yes!" Ashborn roared, injecting one last thought into the [Crown of Infinite Ifs] "What if his coherence collapses now?"
Reality around Null-Crown stuttered, pieces folding in. But in that instant, Null-Crown retaliated with [Fracture Pulse - Null Pattern Sync] a rivulet of anti-cosmic discord built to counter any coherent attack. The pulse struck Ashborn like a series of shotgun blasts across his soul, his core flared, designs blurred, and the full weight of Null-Crown's anti-cosmos crashed down.
Ashborn's vision cracked into a kaleidoscope. His systems sputtered
[Genesis Thread: UNSYNCING, No more logic detected.]
[Core Amplification incomplete - stabilize failure imminent.]
[Reality-Weaving collapsed, field collapsed in 0.3s.]
His legs gave way. He tumbled, arms flailing. The very ground beneath him buckled, distorting as if the floor itself had been written out of reality.
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Ashborn coughed, blood trickling from his lips. His mind raced. He felt [Chrono-Ward Seed] shimmering in his chest ready. But activation failed: Null-Crown's presence overrode even the ward's safe-check.
"No... no..."
He forced himself up, limbs shaking.
"You're not... going to win." He spat through cracked teeth. "Not this day"
He triggered [Overdrive Mode,] trying to push every ounce of his system into survival. His stats flared:
Strength > 550
Speed > 550
Durability > 550
Agility > 550
Aetherion glowed triple-bladed fractals. He lunged for the nearest shimmering rip. The red portal to Floor 51.
But Null-Crown's secondary pulse. Chaotic Ether Zone Instability erupted around him. Ashborn staggered mid-dash, as though walking through air-thick sludge. His mind spun; Every step felt like wading through cold tar. Gravity warped and twisted his form.
"Fuck--"
Ashborn collapsed to one knee. But he refused to stay down. Aetherion in hand, he channeled [Cosmic energy absorption] to gulp passing starlight, pain lanced through him as Null-Crown's entropy maw attempted to siphon his essence.
He coughed again, dragging himself to his feet.
The red portal hovered maybe ten meters away.
He began a ragged sprint.
"Just.... a bit farther..."
Behind him, Null-Crown raised a hand, and Blue flame crackled along its fingertips. A single finger traced a crescent arc in the air.
"Oblivion's end..." (unspoken principle)
A shard of anti-cosmic time-ice stabbed through the ground in front of Ashborn's path. Erupting into a field of logic-Inversion spikes that snapped at his heels.
Ashborn toppled forward. Only to flip, deploying [Void Thread Lunge] one last time. The world around him fractured. He phased through reality seams, leaving a temporal echo that exploded behind him, buying a moment's delay.
With sheer will, he crossed the threshold of the red portal.
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Ashborn slammed through the shimmering red frame, and sensation opened his senses like a bruise. He stumbled into a new realm. Raw wind and bleeding daylight. The portal whooshed shut behind him.
He crashed onto a dusty plateau. The scent of ozone and burning metal stung his nostrils. Floor 51 greeted him with howling winds and the jagged silhouettes of floating monoliths.
Ashborn lay on his back, chest heaving. Aetherion fell from his grasp, clattering across the rock. His vision spun: each breath felt like inhaling shards of glass.
But he was alive.
Above him, the sky of Floor 51 crackled with storm-born lightning and drifting runes. The ground was pocked with cratered ruins and impossible geometry.
Ashborn pressed a trembling hand to his chest, feeling the last flicker of Genesis Thread Pulse.
"I don't have time for this... not now"
He staggered to his knees, blood mixing with dust on his lips, Aetherion levitated into his hand by invisible threads. His constant companion reminded him of who he'd become.
A distant roar rattled the skyline. Some floor 51 mid-boss awakening, no doubt.
Ashborn exhaled, voice raspy
"Dammit..."
He looked back at the vanishing portal, as if expecting Null-Crown to tear through reality behind him. But the doorway remained shut just a dark stain of Corrupted ether.
And then, beyond the jagged horizon of Floor 51, he could see a pale shimmer: The purple portal to Axis-E110, flickering like a promise.
His body quivered, every bone and fiber humming with raw power and exhaustion
"Two paths," he muttered, each breath ragged. "Keep climbing this Dungeon of nightmares... or figure out how to get out there, finally."
He staggered upright, wiping blood from his chin. The sky overhead rumbled. Floor 51 demanded his attention. But his heart... his heart still yearned for the outside world.
Ashborn returned Aetherion to its sheath, the blade's muted glow pulsing once in acknowledgement.
"World Axis-E110," he said, spitting out dust.
"Let's see what hell awaits."
Then he took a final look over his shoulder. At the horizon where the purple portal still shimmered faintly before walked forward, stepping into the swirling chaos of the purple portal.
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To be continued...