Chapter 93: Climbing
After the first floor of the Tower, it didn’t grow any easier. The difficultly multiplied exponentially each floor he rose. The horrors only grew and grew, and the despair and rot surrounding him also grew.
Every single floor Damon ascended seemed to be torn from the page of a nightmarish scripture of a divine being long gone mad. It showed unspeakable sights and now, with blood crusted against his gloves, his coat torn, and soaked in soul energy, Damon stood upon the threshold of the tenth floor.
However, what led Damon to this spot was not mere progression, it was a war.
But what led him here... was not mere progression.
It was war.
Floor Two - The Choir of Worms
The moment Damon stepped from the golden portal, the air was filled with song. Not the kind one would find in a cathedral or battlefield... but a hum of hungry throats chanting in broken harmonies.
The floor was circular, its walls pulsing with flesh-like threads, and from above, hung long, silken strands that moved not with gravity, but pulse. From these threads descended wormlike beings, each with dozens of mouths and a single, glowing eye.
They sang. Each note a fragment of madness. Each chorus a compulsion. Damon’s ears bled but The Codex of Judgment spun rapidly, chains flaring out to keep his sanity intact.
[ Sanctum of Silence. ]
With a flick of his hand, Damon encased himself in divine quiet. The songs ceased for him alone. Then he attacked.