In the void, flights of stairs twisted together like a mass of tangled roots. They coiled and overlapped, forming a gigantic spherical knot, as if a colossal, chaotic tree were growing in the emptiness.
They extended in different directions and angles—some spiraling upward, some stretching downward into a mist-like Abyss. The stairways varied in shape and design: some smooth and straight, some winding and serpentine, some thick and solid, some thin and pliant.
At this moment, Bologue was standing on one of the root-like extensions of that massive knot. This particular root branched again into several flights, and at the end of each stairway there was a safety door.
After briefly appreciating the scene, which could only be described as eerie, Bologue sat down directly on the steps, lazily stretched out his legs, assuming a posture of taking a break.
