The moment Hajun stepped through the Gate of Judgment, the air thickened. Unlike the wild terrains of the lower floors, this one pulsed with a different energy—civilization twisted by power.
Massive obsidian towers pierced the blood-red sky. The streets were paved in silver, but every step echoed like metal shackles clinking in rhythm. People walked, heads down, collars chained to floating runes—enslaved not by iron, but by the floor's very law.
[You have entered Floor 8: The City of Chains]
[Status: Combat Restricted by Authority Law]
His brows furrowed.
"Combat… restricted?"
[Explanation: No offensive abilities or skills can be used unless cleared by the Floor's Warden.]
A chain suddenly coiled around Hajun's wrist, glowing with a crest.
[Temporary Restriction: Skill Access Limited – Copy Function Disabled]
"Tch."
A familiar chuckle echoed.
"Well, well. The Demon who slew gods now walks among the bound."
Hajun turned, eyes narrowing.
From behind a throne-shaped carriage pulled by spirit beasts stood a man wrapped in black and gold armor. A golden spear rested on his shoulder.
Zahar, the Chain Warden.
One of the 13 Floor Lords.
More importantly…
A former subordinate of Justine.
Zahar descended with a grin. "I heard you were back. Justine was… quite upset when she sensed your soul awakening."
Hajun's expression darkened.
Zahar stepped forward and whispered, "You're nothing here. No power. No system. No escape. Justine made sure of that. And I? I make sure you stay in line."
The chain on Hajun's wrist tightened.
But Hajun didn't flinch.
He smirked.
"Then break me if you can."
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