The door opened.
Mike walked into the ninety-ninth floor of the Tower of Truth, taking a seat in an empty chair.
To be honest, he had no idea what he was doing here.
Mike couldn't even see!
But even without sight, he could guess that, aside from Apollo and himself, there was probably a butterfly in the room.
The moment Mike stepped through the door, the sky above the Forest of Truth suddenly darkened.
It wasn't nightfall.
It was the countless butterflies rising into the air, blotting out the sun!
These butterflies gathered in the sky, forming long, black rivers that stretched upward, creating a staircase that climbed toward the Tower of Truth.
As the butterflies stirred, the entire world seemed to shift. It was as if invisible gears had begun to turn, and an unseen hand was pushing everyone forward.
At the edge of the Forest of Truth, a faint figure stood silently, gazing at the black staircase.
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