Asher's gaze tore through the hallway of the top floor, sharp and observant, as though his eyes were blades carving through space itself. Just as he had predicted, the floor was designed with exactly, ten rooms neatly aligned, each numbered from one to ten. His calculations had not been wrong.
Some of the top ten rankers were already present in the corridor, their figures scattered like shadows in the golden glow of the hallway's lights. A few lingered for only a moment before stepping silently into their assigned rooms, closing the doors behind them without a single word exchanged, as though their pride alone spoke for them.
"I suppose this is where we part ways," William stated calmly, his tone devoid of hesitation.
Asher inclined his head in a silent nod, his expression unreadable, as though carved from stone. With that simple acknowledgment, they separated. Asher turned toward the door with the bold number "1" etched above it, while William walked toward the door marked "4."
