One-Thousand Torches

After we took down the zombie responsible for controlling the living flesh on the staircase, we waited for the rest of our group to catch up with us.

When I told Jackson that it was a zombie and not a demon, he came to the same conclusion that I had, muttering Drakzen's name under his breath.

The 51st floor looked similar to the 50th. The buildings had an elegant air to them, as some of them seemed to have golden frames on their walls, which made me believe that it was the place where the "high-class" families lived.

Still, somehow, half of the town on the 51st floor seemed to be demolished, leaving a large open area where only debris and stone remained.