In the 100th floor...
The cathedral of the Oracle of Death had never been a place meant for the living.
The deeper one ventured into its depths, the less it resembled a sanctuary and the more it felt like the inside of some enormous beast.
Blood flowed through channels carved into the floor.
Not metaphorical blood.
Actual blood.
Dark crimson rivers moved beneath transparent crystal veins embedded into black stone, carrying sacrificial offerings gathered from countless rituals. Ancient runes pulsed across pillars thick enough to support mountains, each symbol glowing faintly whenever the blood beneath them surged.
The entire structure felt alive.
Breathing.
Watching.
Waiting.
At the center of the cathedral, steel collided against steel.
The impact rang like a bell throughout the chamber.
Villion barely managed to raise his blood-forged claw before Leonhart's dagger crashed into it.
The force alone blasted the ground beneath Villion's feet apart.
Stone exploded.
