Floor 400 – Relay Core Perimeter Zone
Everything was moving.
Even the walls.
Not breathing. Not alive.
Pulsing.
The moment they crossed into the Choir's Spiral Relay, the laws of rhythm changed. The Tower's baseline pulse—once clean and steady—now danced to a spiraling beat. Every corridor curved. Every corner echoed twice. And time itself felt just a little... wrong.
"Sector map is useless," Kael muttered, swiping his hand through a flickering hologram. "This place isn't looping. It's curling."
"Like a song winding tighter," Roselia added, her eyes scanning the glyph-warped floor.
Aris took the lead, baton extended, motion smooth and slow. "Then we move like we're in a spiral. Center's the core. That's where we end it."
They moved in a tight formation—quiet, deliberate.
Until the lights changed.
First white.
Then blue.
Then black.
And then came the sound.
Not an alarm.
A chorus.
Faint, dissonant voices humming in unison.
The Spiral Hymn.
Contact.
