The next dungeon loomed before them like a forgotten wound in the world—"The Hollow God's Spine." Nestled in a canyon veined with obsidian and bone, the entrance was a gaping maw flanked by petrified titanic ribs. Ancient glyphs glowed faintly across the surface, whispering warnings in a language older than the Tower itself.
Leon, now at level 590, stood at the front with Roselia beside him, the rest of the team in tow—Naval, Milim, Liliana, and Roman. Each of them carried the battle scars from previous raids, but their resolve had only sharpened.
"This place reeks of death," Roman muttered, adjusting his undead-forged armor.
"Appropriate," Liliana said softly. "It was once the prison of a lesser god. They say its bones curse the air."
Leon narrowed his eyes. "Perfect place to level up."
