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Floor 619 – The Archive of Silent Thrones

The gate to Floor 619 didn't open with light or power.

It slid aside quietly—like it had been waiting.

The moment Leon stepped through, the silence became a presence. Heavy, tangible. Even Milim, who never seemed fazed by anything, didn't speak.

They stood inside a vast library.

Not one built of stone and shelves.

But of thrones.

Hundreds of them.

Each throne was different. Some made of glass. Others of stone, gold, flame, ice, bone—even shifting shadows. None were occupied. But all gave off the same pressure:

They had once been claimed.

Roselia whispered, "Is this some kind of… king's record?"

Kael nodded slowly. "This is the place where every true contender sat before rising or vanishing. These are the final remnants of their will."

Leon stepped forward.

[Welcome to Floor 619 – Archive of Silent Thrones]

Zone Type: Legacy Reflection

Trial Type: Selective Memory Sync

Objective: Witness One Sovereign's Rise or Fall

Restriction: You may only witness one.

Warning: Memory reflection is irreversible.

As Leon moved deeper, one of the thrones lit up faintly.

It was simple.

Stone, wrapped in iron bands. No ornaments. No carvings.

Just a name, engraved in front:

Nivarus the Bound Sovereign

[Final Tower Floor Reached: 628]

[Outcome: Unknown]

Leon placed a hand on the throne.

And the world shifted.

He stood not as himself, but as Nivarus.

And it wasn't the Tower.

It was a battlefield.

Bodies. Fire. Screams. Sigils cracking under overwhelming power.

At the center stood a man—alone, wounded, dragging a chain through molten earth. Around him were Sovereigns, dozens of them. All once rulers of their own domains, now united in trying to stop a single climber from reaching the Gate to Floor 629.

They begged him to stop.

Told him the Tower would break.

That something waited above the final gate—something not meant to be touched.

But Nivarus didn't stop.

He just lifted his chain, wrapped it around his arm, and said—

"If I don't break the Tower, who will build what comes next?"

And then the vision ended.

Leon gasped as the memory bled out of him.

Roman caught his shoulder. "You alright?"

Leon didn't answer immediately. Then he said, "He wasn't trying to win the Tower. He was trying to end it."

Naval frowned. "That's suicide."

"No," Leon said. "That's conviction."

Roselia looked back at the other thrones. "If all of these were people like that… how many of them actually made it?"

"None," Kael said quietly. "Not in the way we think."

Leon looked at the gate to Floor 620.

It didn't just glow.

It burned.

Not with fire—but with invitation.

Final trials of the Lower Sovereign tier ended here.

From this point on, starting Floor 620… they would face not tests.

But challenges from other rulers.

And unlike before, those floors wouldn't have objectives like "survive" or "prove."

Now, the Tower only asked one question:

"Do you deserve to stand among them?"

Leon stepped forward first.

The chain in his hand shimmered slightly—responding not to enemies…

…but to legacy.

And as the gate opened—

The Tower above stared back.

Waiting.

Quiet.

But watching.

The gate to Floor 620 was unlike any before it.

Not ornate, not massive, and not sealed.

It stood open. Quiet. Framed by blackened stone and a flickering blue veil of mist.

No force pushed them forward.

No system notification appeared.

It was simply… ready.

Leon stood before it, his chain resting loosely in his left hand. The rest of the team was still, silent, their expressions serious now. Even Milim had stopped smiling.

"I thought there'd be more of a fight," Roman muttered.

Kael shook his head. "There will be. Just not the kind we're used to."

Leon nodded once. Then walked through.

On the other side, he stood alone.

The world had changed again.

Not floating islands. Not massive battlefields. Just a room.

Round. Wide. Lit by a white sky that didn't have a sun.

And ahead of him—five thrones.

This time, occupied.

The five figures sitting upon them did not rise.

They didn't need to.

Their presence weighed on the air like a mountain.

[You have entered the Thronehall of the Council of Five]

[Trial Type: Sovereign Recognition Inquiry]

[No combat trial active. This is not a test of power.]

[You may speak. You may ask. But you may also be judged.]

One of the Sovereigns stood. A woman clad in folded layers of mirror-steel robes. Her face was veiled, and her voice echoed like a bell.

"You climb far, Leon Aetheren. Many have. Fewer make it to this seat."

The man next to her, dressed in layered fabrics woven with flame-sigil thread, spoke next. "You've fought, bled, and learned. You've chosen intent over raw might. A rare thing."

A third, a silent figure carved of obsidian, simply nodded.

The fourth, old and hunched but burning with restrained energy, asked one question:

"Why do you climb?"

Leon didn't answer immediately.

He looked around the room. Felt the weight of the five. The stillness of the Tower beyond this chamber.

Then he said, plainly:

"I climb because I won't let the ones before me be forgotten. And because I believe the top shouldn't be only for those born with strength."

He looked at them—all of them.

"It should be for those who earned the right to lift others."

The fifth Sovereign leaned forward.

"You understand the Tower is not fair?"

"Yes," Leon replied. "And I don't need it to be."

The room went still again.

Then the chain in Leon's hand tightened.

[Sovereign Intent Detected]

[Chain of Judgment has evolved: Chain of Oaths]

[You may now bind a Pact with a Sovereign Seat.]

One of the thrones dimmed.

The mirrored Sovereign stood again.

"You have answered with reason. Not anger. Not ambition."

She lifted her hand, and a glyph shimmered in the air—a burning circle surrounded by five rotating sigils.

"This is the Seal of the Lower Throne."

"Take it, and with it, begin your rule."

[Seal of the Lower Throne (1/5) acquired]

[Access to Upper Sovereign Paths unlocked]

[Path to Floor 621 opened]

As the others passed through and rejoined him beyond the chamber, they felt it immediately.

Leon wasn't just stronger.

He was anchored now.

The Tower had seen him.

He had made his claim.

And it had not been rejected.

Roselia stepped beside him and asked, "What now?"

Leon looked up at the sky above Floor 620.

There was no gate this time.

Just a staircase.

One step at a time. Leading upward. Infinite.

And from far above…

The sound of bells.

Calling others.

Calling him.

Leon exhaled, steady. Then stepped onto the first stair.

"We climb again."