Back inside the tower, Gabriel continued climbing up. His clothes were drenched in blood, and he was heavily sweating. He didn't have much rest ever since he entered the tower. Moreover, as he came Higher, the battles and the challenges became even fiercer.
He had been hurt so many times. If it wasn't for his Minor Healing, he was sure he would've been in quite some trouble. The Healing Spells were the biggest advantage that a Mage of Light possessed, after all.
There was one thing which he found quite good. After every ten floors, he received something to eat. It was like the tower was making sure that the participants didn't have to leave the tower because of hunger! The tower wanted them to only leave once they were defeated or gave up.
Thanks to the door, and the momentary rest he received, Gabriel was still able to go on.
