The Crimson Spire.
The structure was in all ramification majestic and colossal.
A gigantic edifice of red whose peak and foundation remained unseen.
It was garbed in thick white and grey clouds which soared in the sky of Nexus and obscured the outside view of the tower's magnificence.
The sun crowned the Crimson Spire during the day and the stars of the skies adorned it at night.
It was unquantifiable, with its width and height stretching across immeasurable lengths and distance.
Crafted from iron, slick and sturdy crimson glass, and stone — in their purest form and with their rarest types.
Floors stacked on each other like coins with narrow spiralling stairs curling around its walls like a great snake making a climb.
Glorious!
Exquisite!
A true and grandiose example of magnificence.
That was the Crimson Spire.
The Crimson Spire was an edifice whose end at the bottom and peak at the top were unseen and reaching beyond inconceivable extents.
The Crimson Spire was always within the sight of any player who had cleared the Anteroom.
It seemed close and yet so far.
It felt so far that travelling on one's own was a nigh impossible task and that was where the map came in handy.
Travelling on one's own was a fruitless, meaningless journey but with the map, it was easier.
But just having the map didn't mean anything.
The trick behind the teleportation to the Crimson Spire was the portal the maps created when the location had been locked in.
It is through these portals that one could go from one point to the second point inside the tower.
Damon had locked in his desired destination and with the skill that came with his map, he was transported into the Crimson Spire in an instant and at no energy cost.
Such things that involve out of the ordinary events usually come with their prices, some are minor and some are heavy.
As he remembered that his free teleportation can't be used again, it saddened him.
Damon sighed at the thought of losing energy points, regardless of how small it was.
This was because there were only two ways of building energy points and neither of the two pathways was easy.
The first involved absorbing mana cores.
The higher the colour grade of the mana core on the scale, the more mana it gives a player.
The second pathway involved levelling up as every level up guaranteed him additional 200 energy points (EP) during the Manual Series, and +15 EP during the Full Immersion.
However, the second method was more complex as it also encompassed other parameters like experience points (XP), which is needed to level up.
None of the routes to garnering energy points was an easy ride.
Knowing this, it becomes understandable why Damon was frustrated at spending his energy points on teleportation alone seeing the kind of effort required to build up the stats.
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Damon stepped out of the pillar of light and into the room, glancing around as he tried to familiarise himself with this unfamiliar space.
Less than a second after, the pillar of light vanished, leaving Damon to his fate and alone where he stood.
He was teleported into a hall that was inside the tower.
The hall was decorated with ancient theme interior designs.
Above Damon was a far-reaching roof and high-hanging chandeliers whose light illuminated a part of the hall.
Ancient runic letters were carved deep into the walls of this room. Unknown stories etched on its stones.
One half of the hall was darkened and the other half of it was bright. All revolving around itself.
Damon had appeared inside this eldern room.
He was a bewildered visitor, uninvited and yet to be received, with nothing but empty space and creeping suspense standing with him.
That was the perfect atmosphere for the room.
Damon stood in one place turning only his head around to get different views of this unusual hall.
However strange it looked, Damon willed himself to be unbothered by his new location.
That was until a voice crept up on him and instantly set him into fight mode.
"Welcome," said the voice, which was deep and imposing, "...to the 1st floor of the Crimson Spire."
Damon stepped back from the direction he heard the voice loudest, believing it to be the source.
He raised the shield which he already created in front of him in case of any surprise attacks.
The young man turned around again and again yet saw nothing each time.
He continued to turn and turn until it appeared like the room spun and not him exactly turning.
Was he feeling dizzy?
What exactly was going on?