The door wasn’t just unlocked, but completely wide open, letting organic veins enter from the earth from various angles. The massive doors of magical metal and crystal extended to the sides, revealing a passage that descended toward the tower’s deepest entrails.
The sight was both an invitation and a warning.
’There must be another core inside, as I expected,’ Dragarion thought.
He hurried forward, still feeling pain in every fiber of his body from the crystallization that diamond power had caused in his system.
But thanks to the potion he had received, he didn’t feel as bad as he could have, and the power he had left was still more than he himself as Platinum Rank could normally expel.
That’s why he didn’t feel intimidated by the purple veins and strange organic structures that plagued the place. On the contrary, he went about destroying some as he advanced, using small bursts of draconic power to clear his path.
Each vein he destroyed writhed like a wounded serpent, dripping a substance that hissed when it touched the ground. The organic structures pulsed with abyssal life, but they moved away from his presence as if recognizing a superior force.
The descent seemed like an eternal throat.
The stairway corridors curved, creating the sensation of descending through the entrails of some gigantic organism.
When he finally reached the bottom, he found himself with a view that was familiar yet completely alien.
The same tower he knew from his own kingdom extended downward, apparently suspended in the center of a crystal dome by several bridges radiating from its central structure.
But here, everything was opaque... corrupted.
Where in his kingdom the crystal was clear and bright, here it was dark and purple, pulsing with malevolent life that made the air itself feel heavy and viscous.
The corruption wasn’t just connected; it was completely integrated into the very structure of the place.
Dragarion advanced quickly across one of the bridges, his steps resonating on the corrupt crystal as he headed toward the tower’s center.
He could feel how abyssal power concentrated more densely with each meter he advanced. The very air seemed to thicken with malevolent intent.
When he entered the first central chamber, he had to make a conscious effort not to immediately throw up.
The main vein’s mana flow was being absorbed by what appeared to be an organic heart with a horrible mouth full of irregular teeth.
The thing pulsed, each beat sucking more energy from the vein and distributing it through a network of purple arteries that extended throughout the chamber.
The murals and walls were completely covered by more pulsing veins than he had seen outside.
Fortunately, the door to even deeper levels was closed, blocked by the lack of the third ring. At least there was a limit to how deep this corruption could go, and it was far from the power of the seven diamond dragons on this side.
He prepared to begin systematic destruction of the place, channeling draconic power that would make all the organic parts destroy themselves.
But then a reflection in the periphery of his vision caught his attention.
Where in his own tower there was a golden window that allowed direct communication, here there was a metallic purple surface that pulsed with its own life.
And on that surface, where only the crystal should have been, he could see something familiar.
The body of what had been Kassian was being slowly absorbed by the surface. Only a face remained, partially melted into the corrupt metal, his eyes still blinking with residual life but no real consciousness behind them.
And sitting casually to one side of this grotesque scene, as if she were meditating, was Selthia.
The girl opened her eyes and waved at him, her voice sounding exactly like that of any ten-year-old girl.
"Hello, King Dragarion!" she said cheerfully, as if they were meeting at a picnic instead of in the heart of a corrupted tower. "I’m so glad to see you again."
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