Chapter 29: Our Hero Begins His Ascension… Straight Into a Trap
And after a while, they were soon what looked to be halfway up the stairs, slowly making their way to the top—almost like that one mission in Plunger Man Sixty-Four, running up endlessly long behind-stairs.
Arsenio led the way, with the trio following behind. Finn lost track after the two-hundredth step, exhausted and drained, with Majestria lounging completely relaxed on his shoulders.
Finn wondered why he was even doing this. But when he had tried to put her down, she refused. And even when he did manage to get her off, she stood there motionless, not budging an inch. So now—here he was—carrying her up a never-ending staircase.
On top of that, he was also lugging around a box containing Beard Man, who kept insulting him every few minutes and reminding him just how pathetic he was.
Then there was the elf walking too closely behind Finn—not paying attention to Majestria’s plump ass hanging over his shoulders, but instead more focused on Finn’s sweaty back. Giggling. And occasionally sniffing him.
In short summary: this was hell for Finn. Quite literally.
Finn stared down at each step, crushed under Majestria’s weight. The only thing keeping him from mentally imploding was the softness of her thighs on his shoulders. Desperate to distract himself, he decided to talk to Arsenio.
"So... how long has this tower thing been going on for?" Finn asked, his voice husky.
"Ah, you wish to know how long this tower has been here," Arsenio said proudly.
"That’s what I said..." Finn muttered.
"These great towers have stood for centuries—long before you or I were conceived. Before the towers, there were the Seven Great Kings. Each ruled a different kingdom and waged war against the others, taking territory, feeding bloodshed," he said, his voice like a fairy tale being told to children. "Eventually, the beasts beyond the towers began migrating into the kingdoms. Not only did they stir chaos for the soldiers, but they stole food, destroyed homes, and took lives.