Max suddenly found himself standing at the very back of an enormous hall, so vast it made the previous floors of the Tower of Truth feel like mere chambers in comparison.
The moment his feet touched the ground, he was surrounded by a sea of people—hundreds, no, possibly thousands—roaming across the space, talking, shouting, watching, and moving with purpose.
Members of the three main races—humans, elves, and demons—were scattered all across the hall, each gathering in their own clusters, their energies filling the air with a palpable sense of tension and excitement.
From where Max stood, he could see that the hall was divided into three main sections, clearly defined by the density and focus of the crowds. Directly in front of him, at the far end of the hall, stood a towering black monolith, ancient and mysterious, with numerous people surrounding it as if trying to decipher or interact with it.
