The void around him shimmered like broken glass as his new powers flickered and died. The majestic form he'd achieved – the crystalline body housing multiple realities, the mercury veins pulsing with stolen power – all of it began to fade like morning mist.
"What... what is this?" His voice lost its multidimensional resonance, returning to its normal timber. The Gold Card in his hand grew cold, its brilliant light dimming to a dull sheen.
[This is... unexpected. All acquired abilities from the tower have been quarantined.]
His fist clenched around the now-useless card. "Explain. Now."
[Processing... It appears a higher system protocol has been activated. Your actions in the tower triggered some kind of failsafe.]
The void around began to solidify, forming into a simple white room. No doors, no windows – just endless white walls stretching in every direction. A prison of pure nothing.