There were no screams—No resistance. No walls. No strategy strong enough to matter.
The Dungeon Tower, long feared for its brutality and depth, was now nothing but a hollow monument before the might of Sanctum's new era.
For the first time in recorded history, over 1.5 million summons—skilled, tiered, and endlessly disciplined—had entered a major dungeon zone in perfect coordination.
They didn't fight.They erased.
At the vanguard, reformed frontline units burst across each floor like an unrelenting flood. Scout skeletons cleared paths in mere seconds. Archer lines bombarded points of resistance before enemies even became fully real. Magus formations laced every surface with suppression glyphs and elemental catalysts.
By the time enemy formations spawned, they were already being dissolved—either into fire, light, or shattering bone.
Kael, from the central control line, adjusted the focus of his three Warlord Tyrants, each now bearing fused cores from their third class evolution. His Tyrants had become battlefield lieutenants, sub-commanders to Iden's massive army.
They held unique leadership buffs and skillsets, each coordinating entire districts of the legion without Iden having to lift a finger.
"This isn't war," Kael murmured as he watched the streams of real-time footage, "this is annihilation choreography."
Behind him, Nyra's elite Shadow Claw Spectres formed a precision execution wing, cleaning any traces of corrupted mana, intercepting warped dimensional echoes, and purging evolving threats before they could manifest.
The deeper they went, the less resistance they found.
Iden marched at the center of the advancing column—not giving orders, but simply observing. Every floor cleared fed him EXP, absorbed ambiently through the Ninefold Legion Throne and the system's vast network.
[EXP: 91.4%][Level: 50][Summon Capacity: 2,752,512][Next Doubling: Level 52]
Despite the staggering speed of their advance, something gnawed at the edge of his thoughts.
Why… was it so easy?
"Rael," he called over the comm-link, "are you detecting any rhythm shifts in the tower's core signature?"
Her voice returned swiftly. "It's stabilizing too fast. It's like… it's guiding us. Letting us in."
Kael chimed in. "We're walking into something's plan. Not just a dungeon raid. A ritual."
The last known floor had collapsed behind them hours ago. Now the tower spiraled downward in unnatural geometries, as if each layer folded in upon itself.
At the bottom stood a massive gate—twice the size of any previous chamber. Obsidian and living metal, covered in glowing runes of Primordial Language. The system failed to translate even a single character.
Nyra narrowed her eyes. "It's not a door… it's a seal."
Suddenly—
[Boss Presence Detected.][Tier: UNKNOWN][Threat Classification: Beyond Apex-Level][System Scan Incomplete – Entity Not Catalogued]
A pulse radiated outward, as if the tower itself was breathing.
Kael took a half-step forward, instinctively shielding Rael beside him.
And Iden's vision flashed.
[EXP: 99.9%][Level Up Imminent]
The Celestial Familiar Scroll, stored safely in Iden's inventory, began to hum.
As if responding to the presence beyond the gate.
He slowly removed it. "So this is why it was in the raid store... not a coincidence. A convergence."
System Notification – Pre-Boss Engagement
[Warning: Final Entity is Sentient.][It has watched your progress.][It has adapted.][This is not a test of numbers.][This is a reckoning.]
Rael drew closer. "Are you ready?"
Iden nodded once—his eyes fixed on the sealed door.
[Level Up!][You are now Level 51][EXP: 0.4%][Summon Capacity: 2,752,512][Next Capacity Increase: Level 52]
He clenched his fist, aura swirling like a controlled inferno.
"I don't need 5 million summons to win this," he whispered."I just need to open the door."