Seth stood before the door leading to the third floor of the Black Tower. The air around him was heavy with the remnants of the battle he had just fought, his breath still ragged from the intensity of it all. The victory against the Minotaur had been hard-fought, and even though his body was screaming for rest, the pull of the unknown above tugged at him. The urge to ascend was strong, a challenge that beckoned him to push further.
But then, he hesitated.
His thoughts drifted to the fights he had endured so far. Each floor had been more taxing than the last. The Minotaur, in particular, had drained him—not just physically, but mentally as well. Even with the exhilaration of victory still coursing through him, Seth could feel the exhaustion weighing down his limbs. His Life Force, despite
