Chapter 181: Impossible.
After Rambo had finished his devouring of blood. Without another word, Ethan stepped forward.
The portal shimmered with violet and silver light, humming with latent power. As his body crossed the threshold, the aura around him flared with brilliance, bathing the whole battlefield in crimson-gold light.
...
The thirty-first step he took wasn’t a physical one, but one into a realm that pulsed with finality.
When the light cleared, Ethan found himself back in the arena. The very first arena. But this time... it was different.
The sky overhead was a shimmering obsidian dome. The crowd of illusionary watchers had vanished. The stands that once trembled with phantom roars were silent. Time itself felt suspended.
In front of him stood a creature that made him shiver—not from fear, but from a deep, primal instinct buried in the oldest parts of his being.
It was tall—towering nearly four meters—cloaked in a shifting mass of obsidian-black flesh, tendrils twitching at its sides like breathing serpents. Its eyes were slits of deep crimson, each filled with intelligence and malice. Its claws curved like reapers’ scythes, and its presence radiated finality.
A predator.
Pure. Ancient. Hungry.
Ethan’s frown deepened. He opened his mouth to speak, but the tower beat him to it.
[Congratulations! You have reached the highest floor in the Tower of Death!][Your power knows no bounds, climber Ethan Brandon.]