As Max defeated the warrior on the ninetieth floor, the arena around him slowly dissolved into streams of light before reconstructing once again. The familiar sensation of the Combat Tower shifting its environment surrounded him, and in the next moment Max stepped onto the ninety first floor.
The new battlefield formed beneath his feet as silent winds swept through the empty space, signaling the arrival of the next challenge.
Outside the tower, the atmosphere among the spectators had grown tense and focused. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the projections that displayed Max's figure within the Combat Tower.
The elders and the seven family heads in particular watched with unwavering attention. None of them wanted to miss even the slightest detail of what would happen next.
The ninety first floor carried a special meaning for the Black Dragon Clan.
