The room dimmed again.
And the final trial gateway rose—this time not a door, but a stage.
A literal one.
An ancient, broken concert platform, with six thrones around its edge. Five were shattered.
One remained intact.
In its center, an incomplete score floated in holographic symbols.
[Prime Composition Path: Movement II Detected.]
[Completion status: 29%]
[Resonant Composer Required.]
Leon stepped forward.
Temporfang pulsed once.
His hand reached toward the score.
And it began to respond.
The floor behind them lit up, forming a pathway toward the upper resonance ring of Floor 304—the place where composers wrote the Tower's future, or fell trying.
He turned to his team.
"Next step's different."
Roselia smiled. "Everything from now on will be."
The pathway ahead was neither stone nor metal—it was sound.
Each step they took echoed like a musical note. Not random, but pre-arranged, as if the floor itself was a dormant melody waiting to be awakened.
