If the normal way wasn't working, then what about something extreme?
He had fought countless opponents. He had destroyed entire sections of floors during battles.
But he had never tried focusing his power on a single spot to break through the Tower's structure itself.
The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.
Standing up, Arlon walked toward the nearest wall. He placed his hand against its surface, feeling the smooth, pristine stone.
Unlike the previous floors, this one wasn't damaged or aged. It was as if it had reset to its original state.
That meant nothing to him.
If the Tower wasn't going to let him advance, then he would make his own way forward.
Arlon took a step back, raising his hand as mana surged around him. Then, he unleashed a barrage of spells.
Boom.
The first spell struck, leaving a small dent.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Each consecutive attack struck the exact same spot, the damage compounding as the surface began to crack and crumble.
