[The 29th Floor | "The Unending Abyss"]
A world of its own, isolated within the nebulous tower, surpassing all reason and capacity for possibility, yet it existed; a boundless, sky of void stretched onward, with black sand welcoming the footsteps of the many.
Amidst the daunting terrain was a single door, surrounded by no walls and kept upright by nothing; the ominous entrance of abyssal wood remained closed before the expedition.
"This is it," a tall, well-built man with a silver beard and matching hair, tucked into a ponytail remarked, keeping his arms folded over his chest as he looked upon the lonesome door with his emerald iris, "The twenty-ninth guardian is beyond this door."
[Beowulf | Invictus of Hyperion | Rank #3]
