Somewhere deep inside the tower, beyond the mapped floors players knew existed, beyond SafeZones and combat fields and system pathways designed for ordinary climbers, there was a place the tower itself seemed reluctant to acknowledge.
A cathedral of death.
The massive chamber stretched endlessly beneath black stone arches carved with ancient runes that pulsed faintly like beating veins beneath the walls. Blood-red candles floated in the darkness without chains or holders, illuminating towering statues of faceless angels carrying enormous scythes.
The floor was soaked crimson.
Not painted.
Soaked.
Layer after layer of dried sacrifices had stained the ancient stone over what looked like centuries.
At the center of the cathedral stood a massive altar carved from obsidian darker than night itself.
And upon it…
Kael's body rested silently.
