The Floor Where the Sky Disappeared
When Victor stepped onto the Seventeenth Floor, what greeted him were three steel golems—the same towering constructs that Lane and Clara had struggled to defeat with their lives on the line.
The corridor trembled under their synchronized march. Their metal bodies scraped against stone, hollow eye sockets glowing faintly as they charged.
Victor didn't slow.
He didn't even sigh.
"[Wind Severance]."
The moment he invoked the spell, the air convulsed.
A massive crescent of compressed wind—wider than the corridor itself—exploded forward. It screamed as it traveled, tearing apart the ground beneath it. The three steel golems were split cleanly in half before their arms even finished rising.
Metal torsos slid apart.
Then dissolved into drifting mana.
Victor's spell was nothing like Lane's. The scale alone was absurd. The density of mana, the precision of control—each detail revealed a chasm between master and student.
