When the gate opened this time, there was no blinding light, no pulse of energy.
Just a deep stillness.
Leon stepped through first—and the world bent around him.
It wasn't a new place.
It was the same place.
Only… wrong.
They stood in the middle of a city street—quiet, abandoned. The buildings were familiar. The sky was familiar. The smell was familiar.
Leon realized it was a near-exact replica of his old home… from before he ever set foot in the Tower.
[Welcome to Floor 529 – Cradle of Echoes]
• Floor Type: Personal Echo Construct
• Reality State: Fragile
• Primary Hazard: Memory Manifestation
• Objective: Reach the Exit without being consumed
Warning: All Entities Manifested Will Be Based on Personal Memory Echoes
Note: Floor Tailored to – Leon Aetheren
Roman looked around and muttered under his breath. "Where the hell are we?"
Leon didn't answer at first.
Because he recognized the voice calling out to him.
"Leon?"
It was his brother's voice.
