The stone elevator descended into the tower's depths with a heavy, steady sound.
The further down it went, the less light there was, and the mana pressure changed.
Here, there was no trace of the free, living currents that moved through the walls in the tower's upper floors.
Mana in this section was suppressed; stifled, heavy, and still, as if the tower itself did not want any force to breathe within these depths.
Daniel stood motionless in the center of the elevator, looking at the black walls around him.
Complex runes were carved into the stones; runes designed to silence mana, block spiritual connections, and prevent any type of teleportation spell from activating.
Some of them were so old that the shape of their lines even differed from today's magical language.
The central dungeon of the tower was not just a prison.
This was a place where the tower not only imprisoned its most dangerous enemies, but also isolated them from the world.
