The transition matrix dropped Vahn Ryker onto the thirty-first floor of the Chronos Spire.
He stood in the center of a dense and overgrown subterranean jungle. The air was thick with toxic spores and the loud roars of unseen predators.
Vahn ignored the environment. He pulled up his internal holographic interface and scanned the system clock in the corner of his vision.
He had been inside the Tower of Combat for precisely twenty-two minutes. He had cleared thirty floors, securing a massive treasury of experience points and validating the structural integrity of his mutated stats.
But twenty-two minutes was too slow.
Every second he spent navigating the winding layouts of the mid-tier floors was a second the Galactic Vanguard was given to mobilize their armada.
Every minute he wasted on standard combat protocols was a minute Aria, Sia, and Hana were left defending the White City without their System Administrator.
