The ascent through the Black Tower was a blur of blood and fire. Seth cut down enemies as though he were harvesting wheat, each clash sharpening his instincts, each death filling him with more strength. The Ninth Floor had been a slaughterhouse—an endless labyrinth of armored fiends with serrated blades. They came in droves, screaming for his flesh, but Seth’s black sword, his bracers, and the growing furnace of his Hell Magic turned the battlefield into a sea of corpses.
By the time he crushed the Ninth Floor Boss beneath his boot, his chest was heaving with exhaustion, but his mind was alight with satisfaction.
[You have leveled up]
[Level 33 Achieved]
The notification pulsed in his vision, and Seth wiped the blood from his jaw, smirking faintly. Level 33. His power was climbing at a
