Alvian stood his ground, the [Voidpiercer] dagger materializing in his hand. He analyzed the structure.
[Target: The Spire of Deleted Dreams.]
[Status: Unstable / Glitched.]
[Threat Level: Unquantifiable.]
"It's not a building," Alvian noted. "It's a file dump. It's a compilation of every rejected asset, every broken boss, every map that was too dangerous to release."
"Why is it here?" Valeria asked, raising her shield. "And why did it stop us?"
"Because we made too much noise," Alvian said. "You don't fuse five Reality Anchors without alerting the landlord."
A sound echoed from the tower. It wasn't a voice. It was a broadcast, projected directly into their minds.
"USER: ALVIAN. DESIGNATION: ANOMALY. YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO ACCESS A RESTRICTED SERVER NODE via UNAUTHORIZED CRAFTING."
The voice was flat, genderless, and terrifyingly bored.
"I am attempting to leave," Alvian replied, projecting his thoughts back. "Your garbage dump is inefficient."
