Jacob crossed the next 10 floors fairly easily, placing him at exactly Level 44. He was really pleased at how easily he had defeated all of his opponents, and it was only the middle of the day, according to how time moved in the Tower of Sun.
He stood in the lobby and looked around as multiple people and creatures entered their battle arenas at once. He had decided to take a break for a while before ascending to Level 45.
…
"You're still alive."
A voice came from behind Jacob. He was almost startled, but he recognized it. There was no one else it could be.
Drammond.
He was still wearing the same pair of undergarments from the previous day, and his torso was laced with sweat, dripping down below the crevice of his waistline. His hair was messy as though he had just concluded a grueling battle, but he slicked it back quietly and let out an exasperated sigh.
