[You have entered the 20th floor.]
"Eh?"
Elijah was confused…he had directly entered the 20th floor instead of entering the lobby. It was strange.
[Time is of the essence…is it not?]
The voice of the tower resounded in his mind.
[I welcome you…To the 20th floor.]
[Trial of the Emperor.]
{I love this part.}
Said the tower. It loved to narrate the stories of each trial. I was also extremely enthusiastic about it.
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In the heart of the imperial palace, bathed in a muted, eerie light that filtered through heavy velvet drapes, reclined the Emperor. A figure of once-unrivaled majesty, now entangled in a tragic dance with the very forces he had dared to imprison within himself. It was a scene both mesmerizing and profoundly unsettling, a tale of power and sacrifice etched into the flesh of a dying ruler.
[ Don't you agree, Hero?]