Floor 50.
The chamber was vast. A perfect circle. A hundred meters in diameter. The ceiling stretched impossibly high, disappearing into darkness dotted with stars that weren't stars. The floor was polished black stone that reflected everything.
At the chamber's center, a figure waited.
Not a construct. Not a beast.
A person.
Humanoid. Male. Tall. His skin was deep crimson, almost blood-red, with intricate black tribal markings running down his arms and across his bare chest. His eyes were solid gold, no pupils. Two curved horns jutted from his temples, swept back along his skull. His hair was long, black, tied in a warrior's knot. He wore loose pants bound with cloth wraps, and his feet were bare.
His CE signature was overwhelming.
[Unknown Entity - Tier 4, One-Star]
Owen's blood ran cold.
The figure's golden eyes locked onto him.
