Space distorted sharply around Orion, the teleportation rune activating immediately, whisking him instantaneously away.
A heartbeat later, Orion stood abruptly outside the Tower of Myths, his breathing ragged, body trembling slightly from residual adrenaline as blood dripped down from his arm.
Sweat drenched his forehead, trickling freely down his flushed face. His heart still raced fiercely, the Echo's final strike burned vividly into his mind together with the image of two distinct thrones.
"Hahaha I won! See? I told you he would reach the fiftieth floor, now cough up the Duskwater Wine you bet with me." Instructor Viren's joyful voice echoed from the side.
Orion turned his head to see Instructor Viren taking a jar of wine from an angry-looking Instructor, who turned his head and looked at Orion before nodding and leaving.
Viren approached calmly with a big smile on his face. "Hahaha I didn't judge you wrongly, Orion Helstorm. Well done, well done indeed."
