The moment Kent stepped on the first step leading to the fifth level, he felt a change in the air. It was instant, like how it was meant to be.
Initially, it was just hot.
There was nothing else to it.
It was pure heat, one that made those with no real talent for flame control and circulation give up easily. It was merely a battle against the heat, and Kent won due to his overpowering aspects.
However, now, it was more than just heat.
This time, there was intent behind the heat.
It felt heavy, challenging, and validating.
The feeling was just too bland, like whoever designed the Flame Tower wasn't really sure anyone would dare to brave the fifth level, so they just left their intent there without much refinement.
But while that may be an oversight on their part, Kent was now facing the music, and while he would love to say this time he could breeze through easily, the truth of the matter was that he had to take it slower this time.
