Sometime later, Max arrived before the third floor elevator.
Max's eyes lingered on the rune-forged elevator doors at the center of the corridor. They gleamed faintly, covered in dozens of overlapping formation lines that pulsed in rhythmic intervals.
Four guards in full battle gear stood before it, their weapons unsheathed, eyes scanning the hall with predator-like sharpness. Each bore the insignia of the Void Soul Tower, their auras smothering like lead weights.
'Impossible,' Max thought coldly, his gaze narrowing. The elevator wasn't just a lift—it was a death trap.
Even invisible, the overlapping rune-scripts around the frame would burn his stealth away in an instant, exposing him. Add the guards, their eyes sweeping the air like hounds sniffing blood, and it was a straight path to disaster. 'That way is suicide.'
His gaze shifted. To the left of the elevator, half hidden in shadow, stood a narrower corridor, stone steps descending in one direction and climbing in another.
