The moment the young primordial disappeared from the ninety ninth floor, the surrounding space shifted.
Max felt a brief distortion pass through the air around him as though the tower itself had gently moved him from one location to another. The battlefield that had been filled with lightning, flames, and divine constructs vanished instantly.
When the distortion faded, Max realized he was standing in a completely different place.
He slowly looked around.
The environment before him looked nothing like the arena of the previous floors. There were no vast battlefields, no defensive barriers, and no signs of combat having taken place there.
Instead the place looked strangely familiar.
It resembled a workspace.
Large tables stood scattered across the room, many of them covered with various tools that Max did not immediately recognize. Some tools appeared to be ancient instruments crafted from unknown metals while others looked more like delicate devices used for precise work.
