Nikolai didn't understand how tall the towers could soar.
He staggered, his exposed muscles bloody, covered in lacerations that seemed impossible to heal with special medicine. The monsters became twisted, bizarre and deadly once he defeated himself and started to climb beyond the 60th floor.
"Damn it..."
Undead goblins that shambled without life until the moment they sensed a living creature...
Then they rushed at them, swelling up like popcorn before exploding like bombs. Bone, flesh and sinew tearing through the air, ripping his body apart with their unholy and poisonous blood and flesh.
Nikolai staggered as the portal after the door behind him slammed shut, sealing off the blood-slick steps from the 62nd floor.
His breath rasped from his throat, shallow and metallic. His body burned, and his side still hadn't closed—deep gouges through flesh and sinew, crusted with dried gore. The potion he'd taken two floors ago didn't work anymore. It just sat in his gut like lead.
