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The eastern sky shifted from navy to a pale red, as if melting away the remnants of night.

Backlit by the gentle morning light, the outlines of the surrounding buildings quietly emerged as dark silhouettes.

The spring breeze, still carrying a chill, swept across the plaza.

The moment a shaft of sunlight illuminated the stone paving, a deep, rumbling bell rang out, seeming to shake the morning mist.

The angel statues facing each other creaked as they rotated. The heavy stone doors slowly parted, and the adventurers who had been waiting eagerly surged forward all at once.

Swept along with the crowd, we passed through the doors and teleported to the twentieth floor.

White light enveloped us, and my vision burst into brightness.

In the next instant, we were standing on a cold stone staircase.

Damp air. Hard footsteps echoing beneath our boots.

A steady stream of adventurers descended the long staircase leading to the thirtieth floor...