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Ironclad carefully observed the triangular puzzle in front of him, and a thought gradually emerged in his mind. This hollow puzzle seemed to be waiting for something to fill it, and the missing pieces were likely hidden in some corner of the tower. He believed that only by searching for these missing puzzle pieces during his journey in the tower and piecing them together completely could he unveil the mysterious veil deep within the tower. Perhaps there lay another area that would lead to breaking the curse.
In the white space, tranquility was suddenly shattered by an unexpected change. A dark red light abruptly pierced through the silence, spreading rapidly like blood and instantly staining the originally pristine space with a hue of crimson. The atmosphere of horror and eeriness enveloped the entire area under the influence of this force. The previous calm and serenity were torn apart in an instant, replaced by an extreme sense of unease and fear.
Ironclad felt the dramatic shift and instantly drew his sword, gripping it tightly in his hand. His body tensed violently, every muscle seemingly screaming. His heart raced, and each breath felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. He could sense that this sudden change signified an unknown and dangerous threat approaching.
Suddenly, a massive fish eye quietly emerged in the dark red glow. Its pupil was unfathomably deep, radiating a chilling and terrifying light. That eye seemed capable of piercing through everything, reaching deep into his soul, instilling an unprecedented sense of fear and coldness within him.
With the appearance of that eye, a series of low and deafening sound waves reverberated in the space. Each vibration of the sound waves felt like tangible blades, piercing his ears and tearing his thoughts. The vibrations of the sound waves seemed capable of tearing his consciousness apart, leaving his thoughts in disarray and almost unable to focus.
He struggled against this strange force, but felt his body becoming increasingly difficult to support. His legs began to tremble, and his grip on the sword faltered. He knew that if he couldn't quickly find a solution, he might completely lose consciousness in the face of this strange power.
He struggled to stay awake, but the vibrations of the sound waves grew stronger and stronger, and he felt his consciousness being gradually stripped away. In despair and fear, he seemed to see the truth of the Tower drawing closer, but at the same time, darkness was consuming everything about him. With each wave of vibration, he felt the kiss of death approaching, as the darkness devoured his soul. His consciousness blurred in the face of this terrifying force, and his final moments of clarity seemed to be swallowed bit by bit, taking away all his hope and strength. In fear and despair, he looked at that dreadful eye, feeling himself drawn ever closer to an irresistible darkness.
As Ironclad's consciousness began to fade, he sensed a strange vibration, as if some unusual power was at work. This vibration came from afar, gradually approaching until it completely enveloped his entire body. He fought to remain awake, but could not resist the onslaught of this force; his consciousness was slowly being pulled into some unknown depths.
At this moment, a low and slow voice reached his ears, as if it came from a judgment in another dimension. The voice had no emotion, extremely indifferent, and each word was clear and grating.
"You... should not... be here... demon's... servant..."
The sound seemed to repeat endlessly, each repetition bringing Ironclad a tearing pain. He wanted to cover his ears, to escape this terrifying judgment, but his body was completely beyond his control, as if locked in an unknowable space.
He tried to scream, to explain, but his voice vanished in his throat, unable to make any sound. He felt an indescribable fear spreading within him, a fear that paralyzed his thoughts and rendered him immobile.
He tried hard once again to open his eyes, wanting to see clearly what was speaking to him, but his eyelids felt as heavy as if they were tightly bound by a thousand-pound iron lock, and he couldn't open them. He felt that indifferent gaze still scrutinizing him, as if it could see through his soul, making him feel unprecedentedly exposed and helpless.
As time passed, his consciousness gradually became blurred, but that cold, indifferent voice kept echoing in his ears, as if it wanted to push him into a terrifying abyss.
This passage seems to have become a cage in his consciousness, firmly locking him in this unknown space, making it impossible for him to escape. He feels himself being consumed by endless fear and despair, but cannot find any way out.
He doesn't know where he is, or what is happening. All he can sense is that he seems to be firmly trapped in some unknown, indifferent, and terrifying place, unable to break free.
In the dark abyss, Ironclad felt himself in an incomprehensible situation. He tried hard to open his eyes, but everything around him was pitch black, making it impossible to discern anything. His body seemed to have lost gravity, continuously falling through the void, a sensation that initially filled him with an indescribable fear. With every breath, he felt a cold silence enveloping him, his heart filled with unease and terror.
As time passed, this endless descent began to feel strangely habitual, yet it was accompanied by profound helplessness and despair. He had no idea when this unending fall would end or where he would ultimately land. He wanted to scream, to struggle, but his body seemed completely beyond his control; he could only let himself fall into the infinite darkness.
Every minute and every second, he feels an unbearable sense of oppression, but he can't find any way out, only helplessly falling in this darkness. Each breath makes him feel deeply powerless and disappointed, not knowing when he can escape from this terrifying nightmare.
In the endless fall, his thoughts start to become confused, time seems to lose its meaning, and he can't even be sure if he's still alive. He feels his consciousness gradually dissipating in this darkness, consumed by endless nothingness.
His heart is filled with contradictions and struggles. He wants to break free from this endless decadence, to find a glimmer of light, but the darkness seems like a bottomless abyss. No matter how he struggles, he cannot escape its bondage.
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