INSIDE THE SILVER SPIRE
He stood within a vast spherical chamber, a massive hollow interior that stretched endlessly in every direction yet curved back into itself. There was no natural terrain here. No rocks, no beasts, no poison.
Just obsidian-black metallic walls lined with faint runic inscriptions that glowed with a ghostly silver light. The architecture was ancient but precise. Emotionless. Constructed.
Floating pillars of silver ore drifted in slow orbits around the chamber like broken fragments of a ruined temple. Chains etched with ancient runes hung suspended across open air, as though once used to restrain something terrible.
Xavier's eyes narrowed.
"This is not a normal dungeon."
He lifted a hand, feeling the mana. It was controlled. Refined. Artificial even. Far too organized for beast territory.
This was a sealed domain.
Then something caught his attention.
