The heavy brass doors sealing the ninetieth floor groaned as Sebastian forcefully pushed them open.
Valerie stepped through the archway behind him with her face completely pale. She had just watched fifty men get turned into an inverted meat pinata and her corporate composure was stretched to its absolute breaking point.
Wraith flanked her. His dark daggers were sheathed and his face was hidden behind his mask. He looked entirely unbothered by the slaughter.
"Is it over?" Valerie whispered and her voice trembled slightly. "Are we at the top?"
"Not yet," Sebastian said and stopped at the edge of the threshold. "We have to pay the toll."
The ninetieth floor wasn't a room. It was an impossibly massive pitch black chasm. The air here was freezing and entirely devoid of the ambient mana that usually crackled in the Spire's atmosphere.
There were no walls and no ceiling. There was just an endless abyss of pure terrifying nothingness that stretched downward into infinity.
