Before dawn broke, I was ready to venture the Abandoned Tower Dungeon.Unlocking the Abandoned Tower Dungeon key within Avyanna's apartment would have been simple, but the risk of disturbing her slumber was too great.The parking lot offered a more discreet solution."Leaving already, Ash?" Asteria mumbled, a drowsy protest muffled by the blanket she hastily pulled around her half-clad form."Yes, get back to sleep, Asteria. You need your rest," I replied, a gentle wave accompanying my departure from her intimate space.Her sleepy wave and yawn were my farewell as she drifted back into slumber.My return to the parking lot was swift.The pre-dawn quietude was my ally; the deserted lot bore witness to my solitary actions.Retrieving the Key of the Abandoned Tower Dungeon from my system inventory, I initiated the activation sequence.>Utilized Key of Abandoned Tower Dungeon!>Magical Gate of Abandoned Tower Dungeon had opened!A blinding flash of cerulean light erupted beside me, the sy

"Is there…a staircase? Some means of ascent?" I asked, my naiveté perhaps showing.A hint of amusement flickered in Sylvana's eyes, quickly masked."There are no literal floors, Ashen. Each realm within the Abandoned Tower is guarded by a key figure possessing a unique key. This key doesn't grant access to just one or two floors; it catapults one hundreds of levels higher. In this realm, that key resides with me." She gestured to her chest.My brow furrowed at her revelation."The key is with you? Then why haven't you used it to escape, to save your clan? It allows upward mobility, doesn't it? Your clan's survival depends on it!" I exclaimed, my voice edged with frustration.Sylvana shook her head, her explanation precise and devoid of sentimentality."The key can transport a maximum of three individuals to a higher floor, not hundreds. To use it now would leave my clan vulnerable to annihilation by Vorgruth's forces here on the 444th floor."I finally grasped Sylvana's difficult situ

Exhausted but undeterred, the elves toiled through the night, diligently clearing the temple grounds of debris and orcish remains.Their industriousness, a stark contrast to the despair following Vorgruth's ambush, spoke volumes of their renewed hope.The clan's defeat had transformed the atmosphere; a vibrant energy replaced the oppressive gloom.Even the stoic Faelar, usually impassive, displayed a surprising lightness, actively coordinating the cleanup efforts.The task to clean these mess, ofcourse, was monumental.Days, perhaps even months, would be needed to completely restore the ravaged sanctuary.The work extended beyond the immediate aftermath of the battle; it encompassed not only the wreckage and the orcish corpses but also the grim toll amongst their own kin.The trauma of Vorgruth's invasion would leave lasting scars, a lengthy recovery process inevitable.Lost in contemplation, I was startled by an elf's sudden cry."The Chosen One! Everyone, it's him!"A wave of joyous

Two consecutive quest in one time, asking me for obliterate all of Elanor's unit.Never thought the System's want me to do a massive genocide in here."No need for observation, Sylvana." I said while preparing myself with Magician Magnification.>Magical Magnification Activated!>Triplet damage output for the next spell ready!Unseen by the orcish horde, I prepared my devastating Frost Bite spell – a technique consistently effective against large numbers of the creatures, especially orc monsters.Sylvana, however, registered my intent and recoiled in terror."Ashen! What madness is this?!" she cried, her voice trembling."Seeking vengeance, are we? Consider it served," I replied, laced with a touch of bitter irony.My target: Elanor's stronghold."Are you insane?! We haven't even assessed Elanor's ultimate defense! There could be catastrophic consequences!" she hissed, her

These kinds of decision I had is very complicated!I can cast the spell to defend myself from incoming orcs but it will take out Sylvana's life since her soul are currently trapped by magical chain's generated by Elanor's elf unit.But if choose not to cast the spell, it would be same chaotic to me for tackling those incoming orcs with their dual blade?Amidst my thought, a cruel, triumphant laugh ripped from Elanor's throat, a sound that echoed the icy wind whistling through the ruined tower.Elanor's eyes, glittering like chips of obsidian, locked onto mine."Fools!" she hissed, her voice a venomous whisper that slithered into my ears."You dumb curse-bearer still fight for Lythandor clan?! A dead clan, a pathetic shield against my power! Your only salvation is utter, complete obedience. Bow before me, Elanor, the Manipulative Sorcerer, conqueror of the six hundred and sixty-sixth Abandoned Tower!"Her arrogance was a physical force, a suffocating wave that threatened to drown us bo