The Tower

The battle against the bulls seemed to last for an eternity. My body was drenched in blood, but I refused to give up. I had to keep fighting, for my own sake

I used every skill at my disposal: time slowing, jumping, and my dual swords. My agility and keen eyesight helped me to evade most of the monsters' attacks, but I knew that I couldn't keep this up forever.

I glanced around, hoping to catch a glimpse of Morgen or the others. But I was alone.

I remembered Morgen's words before we entered the tower: everyone would be alone at first. We might meet on the second floor.

The tower had twenty floors, and no one over the age of fifteen was allowed to enter. This meant that everyone inside was a child. And no child in history had ever made it past the fifteenth floor.

I didn't know what awaited me on the higher floors, but I was determined to find out.

I took a deep breath and charged at the bulls once more.

The bulls kept coming, one after the other. I lost count of how many I had killed. They were strong, but I knew their weakness. I targeted their abdomens, their softest spot.

I leaped between two of them and plunged my sword into one of their guts. With my other sword, I slashed at the other's foot. They both fell to the ground. I quickly decapitated them.

I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving from the exertion. But I couldn't rest yet. I heard a furious roar.

I turned to see a bull standing on its feet, holding a large axe in its hand and wearing light armor. It growled angrily at me.

I had never seen a monster with a weapon before. Was this some new kind of enemy?

I didn't have time to think about it. The bull charged at me, its axe raised.

I drew my swords and prepared to meet its attack.

The bull charged at me, its axe raised. I rolled out of the way at the last second, but not before its axe grazed my arm, sending a jolt of pain through my body.

I scrambled to my feet and drew my swords. The bull turned to face me, its eyes blazing with fury.

I knew that I couldn't let it attack me again. I had to be aggressive.

I charged at the bull, my swords flashing. It raised its axe to block my attack, but I was too fast. I ducked under its axe and slashed at its leg.

The bull roared in pain and staggered backwards. I pressed my advantage, attacking relentlessly. I slashed and stabbed, my blades biting into its flesh.

But the bull was not easily defeated. It swung its axe with savage ferocity, forcing me to retreat. I dodged and weaved, but the bull pressed its attack.

I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder as the bull's axe landed a glancing blow. I cried out in surprise and agony.

The bull roared in triumph and charged at me again. I knew that I couldn't keep this up forever. I had to find a way to end this battle quickly.

I focused my mind and unleashed a powerful time-slowing spell. The world around me slowed to a crawl, giving me the time I needed to devise a plan.

I observed the bull's movements carefully, looking for an opening. I saw that it was leaving its flank exposed as it swung its axe.

I smiled. This was my chance.

I reversed the time-slowing spell and charged at the bull. As it swung its axe, I slipped under its guard and lunged at its flank.

I plunged my swords into the bull's side, twisting them viciously. The bull bellowed in agony and collapsed to the ground, dead.

I stood over its body, panting heavily. I had survived, but I had paid a price. My wounds were painful

The pain was excruciating. It felt like every part of my body was on fire. I was sure I was going to die.

Especially the injury on my shoulder. It was severe. I could feel the bone sticking out.

But I didn't feel despair. This was strange.

Suddenly, I remembered something Morgen had told me. He said that when I finished a floor, my physical and psychological state would return to what it was when I entered it. So I would not feel any physical fatigue or psychological exhaustion.

This made me smile.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate lightly. I focused on my breath and on the healing energy flowing through my body.

Slowly but surely, the pain began to subside. My wounds began to close. My strength returned.

Within minutes, I was as good as new. I stood up and stretched. I felt better than ever.

I stood up and saw a large iron door in front of me. It was adorned with a large drawing of the sun and the moon. The door was taller than I was, and its surface was covered in intricate carvings. I could see the symbols of different monster families, as well as ancient runes and glyphs.

I approached the door and examined it carefully. I found a small handle on the side and turned it. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a blinding light beyond.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the light.

I was consumed by the light for a moment, and then I found myself on the other side of the door.

I was in a large chamber. The walls were made of smooth, polished stone, and the floor was covered in a thick layer of dust. The chamber was empty except for a group of sentient monsters and orcs in the center.

The monsters were of all different shapes and sizes. There were wolf-headed monsters, snake-bodied monsters, and even monsters with wings. The orcs were tall and muscular, and they were armed with all sorts of weapons, including swords, axes, and spears.

The monsters and orcs were locked in a fierce battle. The monsters were screaming and fighting back, but the orcs were outnumbered and outmatched.

I knew that I had to help the monsters. I couldn't just stand by and watch them be slaughtered.

I drew my swords and charged into battle.