The Game Master’s Apocalypse

The World Becomes a Tower

The world did not end with fire.

It ended with architecture.

The sky folded inward like a closing eye, and the horizon shattered into rising pillars of black steel and glass that tore themselves out of the earth at impossible speed. Cities were lifted, split, rearranged. Entire landscapes were restacked vertically as if some invisible hand had grabbed the planet and began building upward.

Across every region—every country—towers erupted from the ground.

One hundred floors.

Each.

The ruins of the destroyed station were swallowed whole by rising stone. Streets bent upward into stairways. Districts were peeled into levels. The world Ethan had known for months…

Was gone in less than ten seconds.

Mira collapsed to her knees as the ground tilted and locked into a seamless obsidian platform.

Kai vomited over the edge as gravity stabilized.

Ethan stood perfectly still.

Watching the new world assemble itself around them.

Then the System returned.

Not gently.

Not quietly.

It crashed back into e