Floor 508 – The Remnant Core
They moved in formation now. No fancy teleportation, no dragon roars above. Just the quiet rhythm of armored boots on fractured stone. Torchlight from enchanted lamps flickered against walls made of fused elemental cores—evidence that this place hadn't been built, but bled into existence.
The floor trembled with every step.
This was no ordinary structure. It was a scar the Tower tried to forget.
Aris walked just behind Leon, eyes alert, blades ready. "We're in the heart of something the Tower tried to bury. You feel it?"
Leon nodded. "More than that. It's... watching."
The corridor opened into a wide atrium—circular, with four broken pillars and a center platform covered in a dark, veined crystal. It pulsed faintly, each beat like a dying heartbeat. There were remnants of throne fragments, ancient shattered gear, and faded banners—none of which matched any known element.
