Chapter 185: Descent into the Hollow Spire

The spiral staircase leading downward stretched into darkness.

Not just shadow.

Not just the absence of light.

But something deeper.

Something wrong.

Damien stood at the edge of it, the faint hum of the blackened blade pulsing in his grip. The Guardian's words still echoed in his mind—

You were never meant to return.

But here he was.

And now, there was no going back.

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The Descent Begins

They moved cautiously.

Each step down the massive, spiraling staircase echoed in the vast chamber, the runes along the walls flickering with faint violet light.

The deeper they went, the colder the air became.

Selene muttered, "This is unnatural."

Dante scoffed. "No kidding."

Carys exhaled, her grip tightening on her sword. "How far does this go?"

Damien didn't answer.

Because he already knew.

The Hollow Spire wasn't just a tower.

It was a bridge.