Chapter 211: 20th Floor
The blue light of the teleportation gate didn't fade gently; it shattered.
One moment, we were standing in the moonlit clearing of Floor 20, the corpse of the Dire Wolf King dissolving into data at our feet.
The next, gravity lurched, and the sterile, digital air of the Tower was violently replaced by a wall of noise and smog.
We materialized on a massive arrival platform suspended hundreds of meters in the air.
The wind hit us first—a gusty, industrial gale carrying grit, soot, and the heavy, oily scent of burning mana-coal.
Then came the sound.
It wasn't the roar of monsters or the clash of steel. It was a low, thrumming bass note that vibrated in the soles of my boots. The heartbeat of a machine.
"Welcome to Rolune," a mechanized voice boomed from overhead speakers, the sound tinny and distorted by static.
"All arrivals must register at the Central Hub. Unregistered mana signatures will be flagged as hostile. You have thirty minutes."
