Damon stepped into the tower. As soon as he made it past the arch, he felt as if space itself was inverted.
When he looked back, the entrance was gone.
He scoffed with a hint of disdain.
"Basic space manipulation. How original."
Damon had already gone past the level where such small things would surprise him.
He looked around. The place was dark, with several glowing doors that must have led to different locations.
Damon stopped, hoping to figure out which one Sylvia and Lilith had taken, but after some thought he just gave up and chose a random one.
When he opened his eyes, he was in a room filled with hanging chains.
He walked forward, spotting a figure seated on a throne.
"What are the odds that the door you choose is the one that leads to me. This is an act of providence."
The man seated on the throne spoke.
He was a large man with a chain around his neck and a few more wrapped around his waist, attached to two swords that were obviously connected to the chains.
