Noah directly appeared on the 90th floor without stopping anywhere else.
The transition from the 90th floor to the 91st was not a climb. It was a rupture.
As Noah's foot touched the jade stairs, the mounting pressure, a weight that had been crushing the souls of princes and technarchs alike, simply vanished. It was replaced by an eerie, absolute silence.
Noah stepped onto the 91st floor and found himself standing in a space that was no longer a tower.
It was a garden of starlight.
At the center of this celestial garden stood a projection.
Unlike the Sentinel Dragon, which had been a roaring manifestation of power, this figure was terrifyingly still.
He was a man with a sage-like demeanor, dressed in robes that seemed woven from the dark matter between galaxies. His silver hair flowed like a slow-moving river, and his eyes, deep and calm pools of infinite wisdom, fastened onto Noah's wooden mask.
