“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.
“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.
Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.
Then we looked around.
“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”
Thud!
One by one, they fall to the floor.
Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.