The tower pulsed like a living thing.
The moment Seth stepped back into the Black Tower, its oppressive atmosphere wrapped around him like a shroud. The familiar sensation of oily darkness slithered beneath his skin, whispering promises of ruin and power. He inhaled deeply, letting the stench of brimstone and rot fill his lungs.
“Floor six…” His lips curved into a grin that was both hungry and dangerous. “Let’s see what you’ve got for me.”
The gate sealed shut behind him, and the world warped. Stone walls stretched upward into jagged cliffs, each carved with pulsating red veins that pulsed like arteries. Threads—thick, shimmering strands—hung across the cavernous expanse in all directions, woven into vast, glistening webs.
A low chittering reverberated through the air.
Thousands of ti
