The Astral Tower's Second Floor

It's different. Neraxis exclaimed, whistling as he looked at the grandfather clock in front of him.

He had trained basically all night while texting with Celina and Aella from time to time, who were surprisingly not sleeping.

Nonetheless, he felt much stronger—and that's why he was now in the Astral Tower.

However, the reason he thought it was a bit different was that the surroundings were much more defined than last time.

The stars were formed in constellation-like patterns, though, since he didn't know their names, it was hard to tell what they were or meant.

Even then, the grandfather clock itself was a tad bit different too—a shade of purple was on the main hour hand, which was pointing to the number two.

And just like before, the moment he focused on the number two, it lit up, followed by the feeling of being pushed, and finally, the emergence of the trial location.

Yet as Neraxis looked around, he halted.