Rhys straightened, despite his nervousness, as curiosity temporarily overrode his fear. "Where are we headed?"
Jack didn't turn around to look at them, already opening a portal that would take them off Floor 25. The swirling darkness coalesced in front of him, reality bending to accommodate his will as the domain's master.
His mana flowed through the air, creating channels through space itself.
"Floor 23," Jack said, his voice carrying across the glowing landscape. "There's a Blessed One I'm looking for."
Rhys's confusion was audible in his voice. "Blessed One? What's that?"
Pho spoke up, his cold tone carrying a matter-of-fact explanation. "Someone like me. A being who has been blessed by Tartarus himself. The tower's will manifests in certain individuals, granting them power beyond their wildest dreams. We're stronger, faster, and more resilient than we should be."
