The next day was exactly as the others had been. Jacob moved through four more floors as though it were nothing to him, defeating all his enemies without breaking a single sweat. As expected, Romstad and Elyssara watched the young man with keen eyes—one of which was not just keen but also an extremely lustful gaze.
Jacob had finally reached the middle point of the tower. But it was unclear to him that from this point on, the tower would start to shift.
He stepped onto the 50th floor with moderate expectations. He had expected to find the same landscape and setting, only to be surprised for one of the few times in his life that he had stepped into a different arena entirely.
The young man blinked his bluish-gold eyes, his white lashes fluttering as he gazed upon the massive expanse of light that spread out before him. He could but only grasp that the game had changed from this point on, and so did the scaling.
