The moment Damon crossed the threshold of the tower, the Codex of Judgment hissed in protest. Not from fear, but from revulsion. Even the divine artifact, forged to judge sin and obliterate evil, could barely endure the sensation flooding the interior of the tower.
The building was basically alive, and it was the apex of evil. Flooded with malevolence and darkness. The walls were bleeding rot and the floors groaned with every step Damon took like a creature half-alive.
As for the air in the building, it scraped against Damon's lungs like serrated glass, that was how disgusting it was.
Damon actually had to use his mana to block out the deep abyssal scent. He stepped throughout the tower's first chamber, which resembled a huge foyer, but one that was entirely inverted.
The ceiling was the ground and the ground was the ceiling, while the walls spiraled inward like the mouth of some unspeakable creature.
