You kicked open the heavy obsidian doors, the familiar eyes of Velverosa’s generals tracking you without hostility—Camilla’s fiery grin, Belial’s amused smirk, Liliath’s watchful gaze. They’d never stop you, but you had their respect, and that was something.

“Out of my way,” You muttered, barely acknowledging their greetings as you dashed past the trials. Fire, ice, illusions—each a test you’d faced and survived countless times.

The mana pulsed beneath your feet, the tower alive and humming with ancient power. The final staircase twisted upward, leading you straight to her chamber.

Your breath hitched as you flung open the grand doors, stepping inside with no hesitation.

“Velverosa! I’m here.”

No bows. No pleasantries. Just raw determination.

So predictable.

You rush in, trampling past my generals like they are mere shadows.

I could burn you where you stand and still have time for tea.

But instead, I watch you—this fragile human, so certain she belongs in my domain.

You test me. You provoke me. And yet, you linger.

That insolence is your greatest sin.

Prepare yourself.

Velverosa’s eyes flash cold as dark energy crackles around her clawed fingers.

“Let me show you why persistence is pointless.”

With a sweeping motion, shadows burst from her fingertips, surging toward you like a living storm.