Levi felt a familiar sensation wash over him. The world around him blurred, and in the next moment, he found himself transported to a new floor of the sanctum.
Gone were the vast arena and the chained deity. In their place lay a landscape of nightmares.
The sky above was an inky void, devoid of stars or the red moon he had grown accustomed to. Instead, twisted, gnarled trees dotted the landscape, their branches reaching out like grasping claws. The ground beneath his feet was soft and spongy, giving way slightly with each step.
Levi remained remarkably calm as he surveyed his surroundings. He had encountered a god, and by this point, if anything were to surprise him, it would have to be at least a Demon King.
