The transition matrix dropped Vahn Ryker onto the next floor of the Tower of Combat.
The harsh stone architecture of the lower floors was completely gone.
He did not step onto a cracked stone arena or a molten platform. He stepped onto the surface of a perfectly still and endless lake.
The water was barely an inch deep and rested over an invisible solid foundation.
Above him, the artificial sky stretched out in vibrant shades of violet and deep indigo. The surface of the water acted as a clear mirror that reflected the sky so perfectly that the horizon line disappeared.
It felt like standing right in the middle of space.
Vahn exhaled slowly and watched his breath mist in the cool air. The smell of dried blood that had stuck to him for the past twenty-nine floors was replaced by the clean scent of fresh rain.
It was a beautiful and quiet environment.
But in the Chronos Spire, quiet places always lead to extreme violence.
