The moment Seth crossed into the White Tower, the shift in atmosphere was immediate. Unlike the suffocating darkness of the Black Tower, this place radiated a cold, sterile brilliance. The walls gleamed like marble, and every step he took echoed faintly across the pristine corridors. It wasn’t welcoming—far from it. The light here was sharp, merciless, and gave no place for weakness to hide.
The marker on the floor announced his next challenge: 11th Floor.
He stretched his fingers, flexing them as mana surged faintly through his veins. His Level remained steady at 33. The rush of constant Leveling in the Black Tower wasn’t present here, and though he understood why—this tower’s rewards came in different forms—it still meant he had no incentive to burn himself out by facing every wave alo
