The white bone-trees didn't just look like skeletons; they sounded like them. Every time a breeze—though where a breeze came from in a sealed magical tower was beyond me—passed through the black lace leaves, it produced a dry, rattling sound. Like a thousand dice being rolled on a marble floor.
"Find your reflection," I muttered, kicking a piece of calcified root. "Vague. Really helpful, Tower. Thanks for that."
My boots felt heavy. Even though the System said my Agility was 12, it didn't feel like the Agility I had back in Silver-Port. Everything in this place felt like it was tuned to a different frequency. My muscles ached with a dull, constant throb, a reminder that I was back at the bottom of the food chain. Level 2 was a slight improvement over Level 1, but it wasn't exactly making me feel like a god. I still had the cardio of a guy who spent too much time sitting at a desk, even if that desk was now a memory from a different life.
