Ciara kneeled down, eyes widened, as she stares at the ground. She struggled to lift her sword up. The tower has increased the field of gravity. She couldn’t move with the gravity field suppressing her. The tower has given up on summoning monsters yet it brought back a searing temperature that set the twentieth floor on fire.

She couldn’t move with the temperature and the only thing she could do was circulate the energy around her body. She was an engine running out of fuel. The fight has been tiresome and the burden that was placed on her body has made it impossible for her to act.

Sitting on the floor was equal to sitting on an oiled frying pan. Her skin has reddened and she could only close her eyes to prevent it from being dried. The soft glow around her body was protecting her from being burned alive. However, the back-breaking pressure being released by the tower made her almost want to vomit her insides out. The temperature, the weight of the suppression, has made Ciara desperate in wanting to surface.

“What am I doing wrong? Why is this tower standing in my way!” She raged.

How could Ciara know that she has finally entered the true world? How could she know that she has reached the Mesial, the true tree?
She didn’t know simply because she was focused on survival more than knowing where she was. Not to mention that she had lost her sense of mind fighting against the creatures of the void. How could she know that all the creatures that existed within those worlds were being sent against her? The world tree saw her as an invasive being and it was now trying to kill. The tower of Nimrod was made by man, and it could not possibly send down monsters. How can the tower that symbolizes unity and protection for the races that lived in this world, have no mercy for a woman who wanted to get out of the tower?

It was simple, Ciara Alician has become a stray. She was a stray War Maiden that violated the boundaries between the worlds and has interfered between the destined history of the worlds. Her appearance has allowed her to save the worlds that were destined to die. Although some of their worlds were dying, it was because of her meddling that the destiny of the worlds has become an uncontrollable nature.

All she did was helped yet it turned the worlds she invaded into a world of hope, and the scrips of the Gods were thrown aside. Ciara Alician had no other thoughts than save those who were in front of her. And along the way, she would save so many through the use of her powers that it became havoc. Those who were destined were unable to rise, and their roles became Ciara. She was a malignant tumor of the Gods and she was a puppet of theirs that became sentient and became someone they could no control.

The only reason that this tower was sending legions of monsters to Ciara, was to make sure that she could be stopped. The tower itself was a conduit and by law that the Gods followed, they could not allow someone like Ciara to reach the surface. The moment she reaches the surface, it would mean that she would be free from the laws that she broke. The tower was neutral ground and even though Gods were cheering for her death, she has gathered the blessings of the others, cheering the woman who has traversed worlds in order a duty that should have been over the moment she escaped the world.

They had witnessed the glories and struggle of this woman. She was a woman who they blessed simply because of the feats she has accomplished. To those who blessed her, they were pleased, amused that the children they blessed could reach the Mesial Continent by her own power, not relying on the Gods, and the blessings. They had already taken the blessings that they gave her, yet she still supplemented her inadequacies by learning techniques and implementing what she learned, turning into something that belongs to her.

The Gods have abandoned her but Ciara Alician marches forward with her sword in hand. That’s why despite the sneers and the crackling of her bones, Ciara Alician thought and devised a way to escape this calamity.

Gathering energy, she converted her energy into a cloak that allowed her to imitate the phase ability of a wraith. She broke the sound barrier, gathered all of her power into one single strike, and blasted the area where the magic was being cast. The sword was a combination of her astral cloak, and the blade of Salvatore, enchanted with the phased blade. It broke through the defense of the magic circle and finally, the magic was negated, breaking into a million shards that twisted space. Ciara stared wide-eyed at the negated magic, and breath out a sigh of relief. She couldn’t move, and that strike had a recoil that rattled the marrows of her bone. She fell from the ceiling and landed on the ground, forming a crater around her.

Her sword was chipped, and it had smalls cracks on it. Her limbs were visibly shaking, and some of her veins were spurting blood. She was breathing heavily through her nose, and when tries to breath through her mouth, blood comes out. Her fingers were broken, and the right side of her ribs was shattered. White smoke was rising out of her body, and although she should be in pain, and should be crying, there was a smile on Ciara’s face. She stared at the ceiling, knowing, that she was getting nearer to her goal. She was a fool who strive hard against the odds, and although she has been through many problems, she was happy that she could not feel the stare from the tower. The tower has finally lost its last defense, and her instincts were telling her that the threat was gone. Ciara Alician exhaled loudly, and closed her eyes for a second, knowing that she was a bit closer to her goal.