The Tower of Myths was breaking.
Not physically.
Existentially.
The higher floors trembled endlessly while dimensional storms ripped through the infinite hierarchy like cracks spreading through glass. Entire planes flickered in and out of existence. Some floors vanished completely before reforming seconds later.
Because something deep beneath the tower had begun responding.
The Void.
And the closer Satre became to mastering spacetime—
the more violently the tower reacted.
The 50th Floor had long since become unrecognizable.
Collapsed timelines floated through the skies like rivers of shattered mirrors while stars drifted motionless inside frozen pockets of distorted time. Entire dimensions folded across one another endlessly around the battlefield.
At the center of it all—
Satre stood motionless.
Golden energy spiraled around her body in massive rings while Gurtër floated weightlessly beside her. Her future sight remained active constantly now.
Hundreds of futures.
Thousands.
Every second she perceived more.
And every single path eventually led back to him.
Shiro.
But the visions were getting worse.
Not because he was dying.
Because he was surviving.
Satre watched him endure horrors no person should survive.
Raiku breaking him down piece by piece.
Forcing him through endless battles.
Endless suffering.
Chains.
Blood.
Conditioning.
And somehow—
Shiro kept adapting.
Kept evolving.
Kept getting stronger.
That terrified her more than his pain.
Because she could feel something changing inside him.
Something dangerous.
"…He's losing parts of himself."
The words left her quietly.
Yura froze nearby.
Amelia's grip tightened around Duskpiercer immediately.
Gramia remained silent for several seconds before finally speaking.
"Raiku is forcing accelerated evolution."
Satre nodded slowly.
"He's turning suffering into growth."
And the worst part—
it was working.
The tower shook violently again.
A massive fracture spread across the dimensional sky overhead.
Then another.
Then dozens more.
The Void was bleeding upward now.
Yura stepped forward slowly, icy magic spiraling around her body.
"We don't have time anymore."
Amelia smirked darkly despite the tension.
"Good."
Her crimson aura ignited instantly.
Blood began floating around her body in massive orbiting spheres while black fire erupted through the battlefield like volcanic eruptions. The Daywalker blood inside her surged violently now, responding to both battle and emotion.
The atmosphere itself became heavy beneath her killing intent.
"I'm tired of climbing."
Gramia glanced upward toward the endless higher floors.
Then downward.
Toward the darkness beneath reality itself.
"…The tower was designed to prevent direct access to the Void."
Satre's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Then we stop climbing."
The floor trembled again.
As if the tower itself understood their intentions.
And feared them.
Gramia slowly raised one hand.
Silver dimensional fractures spiraled outward around her instantly.
"The 50th Floor governs the convergence point of layered spacetime."
Her silver eyes glowed brighter.
"If we destabilize the dimensional hierarchy from here…"
Amelia grinned immediately.
"We can collapse the lower floors ourselves."
Yura's icy aura intensified.
"And force open a path to the Void."
Silence lingered briefly afterward.
Then Satre reached for Gurtër.
The sword appeared in her hand instantly.
Reality split slightly around its edge.
The tower reacted violently.
Massive alarms echoed across dimensional layers while entire realities began locking down instinctively.
Too late.
Golden magic circles erupted behind Satre endlessly.
Hundreds.
Then thousands.
Her future sight expanded completely across the battlefield as timelines unfolded before her eyes simultaneously.
One future failed.
Another collapsed.
A third succeeded.
Satre inhaled slowly.
Then spoke calmly.
"…This one works."
Gramia stepped beside her.
Spatial distortions spiraled around her body like collapsing galaxies while dimensional equations manifested across the air itself.
For the first time—
she stopped restraining her power.
The scholar disappeared.
What remained was a true Dimension Jumper.
An existence born to govern layered realities.
Yura and Amelia immediately moved behind them.
Supporting.
Anchoring.
The tower began screaming.
Not metaphorically.
The dimensional hierarchy itself emitted an ancient sound of warning as the 50th Floor started collapsing inward.
Then Satre swung Gurtër downward.
One slash.
The lower dimensions split open.
Cleanly.
Beautifully.
Reality separated beneath the blade as forty-nine floors ruptured instantly down the center. Entire dimensional layers began collapsing into one another uncontrollably.
Gramia extended both hands.
"Chrono-Spatial Collapse."
Space folded.
Time compressed.
The fractured floors beneath them imploded simultaneously as Gramia forcibly merged their dimensional boundaries together.
The tower convulsed violently.
Massive chunks of reality disappeared.
Lower floors shattered into dimensional debris before being swallowed into the growing abyss beneath them.
Amelia laughed wildly as blood dragons erupted around her, devouring the collapsing dimensional energy itself while black flames spread endlessly through the fractures.
Yura froze the implosion pathways long enough to stabilize their descent, suspending entire collapsing timelines in crystalline temporal ice.
And beneath all of it—
the Void awakened fully.
Darkness spread upward slowly.
Not empty darkness.
Living darkness.
Ancient.
Hungry.
Infinite.
The World of Void.
The collapsed remains of the lower fifty floors vanished completely afterward, consumed beneath the endless abyss now exposed beneath the tower.
Silence followed.
Then—
a pulse.
Satre froze instantly.
Her future sight activated violently.
And she saw him again.
Shiro.
Standing in darkness.
Bleeding.
One eye dull.
Chains wrapped around his throat while Raiku stood nearby calmly watching him fight something monstrous beyond comprehension.
Then—
Shiro looked upward suddenly.
Directly toward her.
As if he felt her watching.
Satre's chest tightened painfully.
For one second—
she saw recognition in his eyes.
Then the vision shattered.
The Void beneath them surged violently afterward, responding directly to Shiro's existence.
Gramia slowly lowered her hands.
"…The Void knows him now."
Yura stared into the endless darkness below.
"And that's probably a very bad thing."
Satre tightened her grip around Gurtër silently.
Then stepped toward the abyss first.
No hesitation.
No fear.
Only resolve.
"Hold on, Shiro."
The four women descended together into the World of Void—
unaware that far deeper below them—
Raiku had already begun preparing Shiro for their arrival.