[Location: Dungeon—Vampire King's Castle]
After leaving that awkward episode behind, I resumed the climb— Ninetieth, Ninety-First, Second... all over up to the Ninety-Eighth.
Grind was… monotonous.
Painfully so.
Floor after floor blurred into a repeating cycle of crimson corridors, shattered gothic halls, and increasingly desperate remnants of vampire nobility who still believed bloodlines meant something inside a dungeon that no longer answered to a king.
Just living a revelous life, carnal desires, indulging in excess long after the throne that justified such decadence had rotted away.
That was the impression the higher floors of the Vampire King's Castle gave me.
Not resistance.
Not strategy.
Decay.
By the time I stepped onto the Ninety-Ninth Floor, even the dungeon itself felt… tired.
