The stone door sealed behind them without a sound, leaving the three in a silence so deep it felt suffocating.
No more stairs.
No more corridors.
Only a boundless white expanse, infinite and hollow, where all substance seemed erased from existence. Beneath their feet, there was no clear ground—only a soft, weightless surface, like walking on liquefied memory.
Karl held his breath. The gravitational field around him… no longer obeyed normally. Though he could feel his own weight, any attempt at control felt sluggish—like this space was distorting the laws of reality.
"Where the hell are we now?" Molvar asked, his voice echoing oddly in the void. "This isn't like any of the previous floors."
Cedric nodded, eyes fixed on the blinding horizon. "This is the tower's heart. The final floor… where only the brave dare seek answers."
"Or death," Karl murmured.
