The famed Violet Pavilion of the Death Clan village stood tall against the shifting skies, its spire piercing the mist that constantly drifted across the mountains.
Beneath it, a winding path of white stone led to a set of wide marble steps.
A warning board, half-covered in moss and dust, leaned against a post beside the staircase. The words were carved deep in crimson:
"WARNING: Gravity Steps — Increases every 30th step. Proceed with caution."
Luna, who arrived there, barely spared it a glance.
With a quick flick of her dark cloak, she adjusted her glasses, took a long breath, and began to climb.
Her boots made soft taps against the marble, each one echoing a little more heavily than the last.
She could feel the subtle pull on her body, like someone had gently started pressing down on her shoulders.
By the time she reached the 180th step, her muscles were humming with resistance, but her breath remained steady.
