After the first floor of the Tower, it didn't grow any easier. The difficultly multiplied exponentially each floor he rose. The horrors only grew and grew, and the despair and rot surrounding him also grew.
Every single floor Damon ascended seemed to be torn from the page of a nightmarish scripture of a divine being long gone mad. It showed unspeakable sights and now, with blood crusted against his gloves, his coat torn, and soaked in soul energy, Damon stood upon the threshold of the tenth floor.
However, what led Damon to this spot was not mere progression, it was a war.
But what led him here… was not mere progression.
It was war.
Floor Two - The Choir of Worms
The moment Damon stepped from the golden portal, the air was filled with song. Not the kind one would find in a cathedral or battlefield… but a hum of hungry throats chanting in broken harmonies.
