The path behind him had vanished.
Vashno stared at the empty space where it once was, his gaze lingering on the walls before he finally turned away. There was no choice but to move forward.
"Damn… Souta said I could handle the dangers here. The last time he said that, a Messenger of Gluttony showed up," he grumbled. "I was lucky I managed to strike a deal with the Sword Saint."
Muttering to himself, he pressed on. After half an hour of walking, he stepped into a vast, open space.
Before him stood a massive tower, stretching tens of kilometers from the ground into the unseen heights above.
This shouldn't be possible… Unless… the space here was far larger than it appeared.
Vashno thought back to the barrier he had passed through earlier. That must have been the entrance to this distorted space.
"So, I'm finally here…" Vashno muttered, his eyes fixed on the towering structure before him.
