Somewhere in the depths—far beneath the known floors of the Labyrinth…
A realm untouched by challengers. Where time distorted and reality thinned, pulsing with crimson veins of pure Rift energy.
There, a throne of coiled obsidian chains sat at the edge of an infinite abyss.
A figure lounged across it, wreathed in a living flame that whispered the secrets of broken dimensions. His eyes, burning gold over pitch-black sclera, widened with delight.
The 100th Floor.
The Warden of the Abyss, Ignil.
He had watched everything. The fury. The willpower. The refusal to die.
And most of all—the destruction of the Titan. A feat even the Rift had not foreseen.
A crack of delighted laughter echoed through the void.
"WELL DONE!" Ignil roared, rising from his throne, flames spiraling around him.
"Absolutely delicious! You broke the balance again!"
