The 265-level volcanic titan's massive frame shuddered, its molten veins dimming as the last remnants of its life force flickered out.
A moment later, the towering creature collapsed, its molten core rupturing as it crashed onto the stone floor.
A wave of heat blasted outward, washing over Arlon in a final, scorching breath before the battlefield fell silent.
Then, a familiar chime rang in his mind.
[You have leveled up!]
Arlon exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he let the notification sink in.
Level 250.
It wasn't as hard as breaking through level 200. But it wasn't easy either.
He looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers slightly. He didn't feel different. But he knew that he had changed.
Not just in strength.
Years had passed since he entered the Tower.
Years.
And yet, despite all that time, his memories from before stepping inside remained perfectly intact.
That was the part that truly unsettled him.
