The spire, no longer a chaotic labyrinth of shifting floors and reality-defying passages, was slowly coming under my command.
I had spent the last several minutes pouring my focus into its nexus, dismantling its once-confounding configurations.
Now, instead of endless, nonsensical loops or incomprehensible pathways, the structure was beginning to take on an orderly logic.
It should be to me, but I still need to make sure that it was understandable enough for someone like Lupina to not get lost.
And so I poured every bits of my brain cells, just like how I made the Warpiece Drone and ended up frying my brain.
Regardless, it wasn't entirely possible to make this weird place to be more than alien and confusing.
The once-turbulent layout adjusted to form more recognizable patterns, each floor stabilizing into a comprehensible sequence.
