For millions of years, this ancient place had carried the first melody.
Now the Devil was back with the second verse—a tone so deep and shadowed it shattered the very foundation of sound, ending the song not in silence, but in the lingering echo of everything it had refused to let fade away.
The Upper Crown's first floor was a realm of magnificence no doubt.
In the earlier years of this world, floors changed leaders and rulers consistently as everyone climbed to the top. But like most time, stagnation hits when one reaches a wall that cannot be crossed.
The first floor was a massive, upside-down sky-ocean world.
The "ground" stretched as an endless expanse of crimson clouds raining upward. Gravity pulled toward the water's surface, so everyone moved along the underside of the sky, peering down into the ominous, pitch-black sea below.
It was truly a realm of wonders…
