By the time I reached Floor 46, I stopped feeling tired.
Stopped feeling hungry.
Stopped feeling human.
The tower stretched endlessly ahead of me like a giant carcass waiting to be carved open, and I walked through it without hesitation, my boots crushing black volcanic stone beneath every step. Ash rained endlessly from the crimson sky above while distant eruptions painted the horizon red.
I didn't even react to the heat anymore.
The demonic armor wrapped around my body like living skin, shifting with every movement I made. Black metal curved tightly against my chest, waist, thighs, leaving too much exposed. Before, I would've spiraled into embarrassment instantly. I would've yelled. Complained. Forced Zeref or Kael to look away while internally combusting from shame like the disaster I was.
Now?
I didn't even notice it.
Didn't care.
The armor reflected what I had become.
A weapon didn't need modesty.
Beside me, Abyssian walked freely now.
