The gate swung open all the way.
A voice rang out right after, sounding young and a bit silly, like a cheeky teenage boy trying to act important.
Nothing like the deep, bossy voice of the Lone King they had heard on the other floors.
As the door finished opening, the inside of the room came into view.
Julius had zero clues from the book about what waited here, so excitement bubbled up inside him.
But the second the full scene hit them, both Julius and Rosalina stood there with their mouths hanging open.
This was nothing like they expected.
The earlier floors had been huge, each with its own wild world.
The first was a glowing purple forest full of time-rewinding purple wolves. The second was a massive ocean where water-path whales swam.
The eighth floor burst with green life, and the tenth felt dark and endless. But the eleventh?
Totally different. It was just a small room, more like someone's messy library mixed with an alchemy lab.
