As the trap door reached the interior of the Babel Tower, the man who had previously seemed indifferent suddenly shifted his demeanor, adopting a more formal and instructive tone. He led Yan Jin, Zhang San, and Wei Xi through the entrance, revealing the grandeur of the tower's interior.
The inside of the Babel Tower was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The space was vast, with towering ceilings supported by intricate, rune-etched columns that pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow. The floor was composed of smooth, polished stone that seemed to absorb the light and release it in a soft, ambient illumination. The air was filled with a low hum, almost as if the tower itself was a living entity sustained by the blood runes that reinforced its structure.
