Chapter 10: The Hundred Floors of Fate.
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As Arthur reached the heart of the abandoned slums, the silence around him was deafening. The decaying ruins of the forgotten district loomed on all sides, their jagged edges silhouetted against the faint glow of distant city lights. The faint hum of the key in his pocket grew louder, resonating deep in his chest. His steps slowed, his eyes scanning the empty space around him.
"This must be it," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Taking the key out of his pocket, he stared at it for a moment. It felt warm to the touch, pulsing softly like it was alive. But there was no gate, no door, nothing to unlock. Just empty air.
He frowned. 'I Guess im supposed to just...'
Almost instinctively, he raised the key and waved it in front of him. As it moved through the air, a sudden resistance stopped it in its tracks. Arthur froze. There was nothing there—no visible surface, no doorway yet the key felt like it had slotted into an invisible lock suspended in midair.