>>>>THIRD PERSON POV<<<<
Floor Ninety-Eight had become unrecognizable.
The moment Villion arrived, the terrain itself had surrendered to his corruption.
The once solid stone floor had collapsed into an endless mire of crimson, rivers of blood weaving through jagged pillars of black crystal that pulsed like living hearts. Every breath carried the metallic scent of death, while thick crimson mana drifted through the air like a poisonous mist.
At the center of it all...
Oreo stood alone.
His massive silver scales reflected the crimson sky above, each divine rune etched across his body glowing with a gentle golden radiance. Unlike Villion's suffocating presence, Oreo's aura felt warm, steady, and impossibly calm.
Villion slowly stepped forward, the blood beneath his feet rippling with every movement.
"So... this is the Tower's answer to Leonhart."
His smile widened beneath the hood.
"A Divine Dragon."
Oreo lowered his head slightly.
"You smell terrible."
