Isla listened carefully, nodding as she cross-checked what she had observed during the battle.
When he finished, she said, "That matches what I noticed too. We can move to the next area. Since the mid-boss is defeated, we should be reaching the final area soon."
Isaac nodded. "Good. Let's keep going."
They turned toward the far end of the corridor.
Another large doorway stood there, faint light leaking from its cracks.
When they pushed it open, a wave of warm air hit them.
The moment they stepped through, the door vanished behind them.
"It's a city," Celia muttered, eyes wide.
The view before them was strange and beautiful.
A vast, open space where gravity and direction twisted constantly.
Floating structures made of glass and crimson metal drifted through the air, connected by glowing bridges of light.
Buildings hung upside-down. Some floated sideways.
Others reflected themselves endlessly.
