Chapter 1187: The One Left Standing (1)

Replicus and Skullius walked through the wide-open doors into the towering building and were instantly met with a wide, cubical space with a floor that was made of large black tiles. Each individual tile was emphasised by the faint light that shone from the points where it met other tiles; it was almost as though the collection of tiles was plastered over a large beam of light.

Aside from the great chandelier of pure, solid golden white light hanging on the ceiling, and the two dark staircases with golden white railings on either end of the floor, both leading up the path into the next floor, nothing else could be seen. The two, no, three versions of the Moronic Undead who had escaped the Arch-Lich Somanda what seemed like so long ago, were the only things to give a livelier appeal to the vast floor.