They walked into darkness.
Not the kind broken by torches or scanned by Kael's devices.
Real darkness.
Void.
Sector F had no walls. No air. No vibration. The moment they stepped across the final threshold, the Tower's hum vanished. No sound. No gravity. Not even the psychic pressure they'd grown used to from deeper layers.
Just stillness.
Roselia instinctively summoned a light glyph. It flickered—
Then died.
Kael tried his wrist light. It blinked once, then stopped.
Aris drew her baton. The tip, always buzzing with charged energy, stayed dim.
Only Leon still glowed—faintly. The five elemental marks on his body shimmered like tiny stars. They cast barely enough light to see a few steps around them.
And even that dimmed the farther they walked.
"Where are we?" Kael asked, his voice sounding like it had to push through syrup just to be heard.
Leon answered without looking back. "We're in the space between the Tower's structure."
"That's not possible."