The first floor had looked like a total wreck—falling apart, grimy, barely worth a glance. But this level? It was the complete opposite. Lavish. Blindingly ornate. Like stepping into a golden palace straight out of a fantasy epic.
Ethan scanned the area. Not a single soul in sight. Even Tormyrr, who'd just raced up ahead, had vanished without a trace.
His brow furrowed.
The quieter a place is, the more dangerous it tends to be. And this silence? It was deafening.
Worse, the air here was thick with a terrifying energy. Just a sliver of it slipping into his body was enough to make his blood boil—literally.
In response, the immense power of the Dragon God surged from within him, rippling outward in waves, forming a protective barrier that pushed the oppressive force back.
BOOM.
Suddenly, a figure dropped from above like a meteor. It was roughly human-sized, its body etched with glowing runes, but behind it stretched a massive pair of dragon wings.
