[This is the 26th floor, the gate of the Wailing Wall.]

Yeon-woo slowly opened his eyes against the bright light. When it faded, a cold air penetrated into his bones as a snowstorm whirled around him. Yeon-woo resisted the cold by spinning his Magic Circuit and turning his Magic Armor into a hooded cloak. The piercing wind grew less annoying.

Everything around him was white. All he could see was snow. Snowflakes as big as a person’s fists fell from the sky, and it was hard to keep his balance in the storm, which also limited his vision.

He looked around closely and realized that he was standing on top of a large city wall, where flags fluttered in the wind. The wall was so tall that he couldn’t even see the ground from where he stood.

He was in a fortress surrounded by mountains of different sizes. ‘This seems like it’s going to be annoying.’ He wasn’t talking about the twenty-sixth floor. He’d never found any of them annoying. He was referring to the gazes that he could feel around him, which were full of wariness.

“Is that…?”

“Yeah....