The silver swallowed Nathan whole.
For a long, confusing moment, there was nothing—no ground, no sky, no up or down. Just the cold veil touching his skin and the Tower's magic humming in his bones. Then his feet landed on cracked marble floor, and the world came back into focus.
The first floor of the Veiled Colosseum was a ruined arena. Fallen columns lay scattered across the ground. Old warrior statues stood on broken pedestals, their faces worn smooth by age or magic... or both. The marble floor was cracked, its patterns hidden by silver mist that moved as if it had a will of its own. The veil wasn't just something he saw... it pressed on his mind, a dull buzz that made it hard to judge distance and made every echo feel like danger.
His interface flickered.
[Ding! Floor 1: The Shattered Arena.]
[Objective: Reach the exit portal before the opposing party.]
[Veil Density: Moderate. Visibility reduced by 40%.]
[Opposing Party Progress: 1%.]
