Ascending the spiral tower had been surprisingly easy… at least for now.
There were monsters here, of course—Damon hadn't sensed any yet, but he wasn't naïve.
This place reeked of danger.
A massive void spiraled in the center of the structure, chaotic time rifts swirling around it like broken glass caught in a storm. Each rift shimmered with unstable energy—if you fell into one, you might never come back the same.
Valarie had casually dismissed the risk.
Apparently, the worst case scenario was a time displacement of seven to ten years. If you were unlucky enough to fall in, you'd get spat out at the bottom.
That… was the real problem.
The lowest level of the spiral tower was a living nightmare. A crumbled graveyard of the city, soaked in the blood of centuries lost and forgotten.
