Summary
“It’s finally here,” murmured the swordsman, his voice resonating in the vast silence.
“The Tower of Choice… the final 100 levels!” the group of five shouted, awe and tension gripping their faces.
From the altar above, Angelica descended slowly, her expression flat—irritation flickering beneath her calm demeanor.
Surveying the space around us, I opened my mouth, the weight of the journey behind us heavy on my voice.
“I’ll say it one last time—you all endured so much. Without you, I could never have reached this far.”
[Authority: Hand of Control | Rank: SSS | Status: Active]
“Now… die.”
A dull thud echoed—then another—and another. One by one, they collapsed like puppets with their strings cut.
Angelica’s blade found its way to my throat. A searing pain, then numbness. My vision dimmed. Fury surged, then faded with my consciousness.
Darkness swallowed everything.