The Forgotten Tower - II

Nikolai roamed the tower for what seemed like hours, each floor filled with a similar story, villages, cities, and towns filled with monsters—all dead. The eerie silence and howling winds created a solemn atmosphere, making the tower feel more like a tomb.

He stood on the ninth floor, the ground beneath him cracking as the pile of bones leading to the exit started to crumble.

"This is… horrible." Nikolai narrowed his eyes, gazing back at the desolate opening before he stepped through the portal to the tenth floor, a heavy ache growing in his chest each time he ascended further.

A silent plain, the distant sound of waters washing ashore.

This floor became like a scene from a painting, no sounds of life beyond the waves.

"Welcome to my garden. Is it not beautiful?" The hollow voice called out to Nikolai from behind, forcing him to spin around and enlarge his claws, as if ready to fight at any moment.

However, a familiar face greeted him.