A month had passed since the Great Gates of the Tower of Eternity opened their maws for the universe.
In that short span of time, the hierarchy of the climbers had solidified. The mortals, the brave adventurers from the Human, Orc, Elf and all the other races were currently struggling through the Hellfire Mazes of Floor 40.
For them, every floor was a life-or-death struggle, a desperate clawing for resources and survival.
But for the Demigods? The Tower was a sprint.
Most of the ascended beings had already passed the Floor 60.
The lower floors, designed to filter out the weak and temper the resolve of the mortals, were trivial for beings who could shatter worlds. A D-Grade Wolf? An S-Grade Dragon? To a Demigod, these were not monsters; they were just a waste of time.
The only thing that slowed them down was Thea's Design.
She had implemented complex, shifting labyrinths designed to test more than just brute strength.
