[Floor 60.]
All of a sudden, without any prior warning, Alan was once again transported to the next floor, a simple yet reoccurring trick of the tower. To transport the challenger without giving them their rest.
"Motherfucker..."
He cursed, as he massaged his injured head, groaning from time to time due to the pain. He was faced with another obstacle soon.
Cold winds brushed past his body, sending shivers down his spine. The winds attacked his body ruthlessly, giving him a chill.
"What?"
Alan, stupefied, muttered. He, chosen of the frost supreme, was feeling cold…? How preposterous!
He could not feel a chill...right?
"What are you fucking doing?"
Asked Alan, towards the tower. He looked at the dark skies, the clouds hanging above him, painting a depressing scene. Lightning rumbled continuously, striking his ears.
"Argh..."
He let out another groan as his head felt like it would explode.
