The anomaly didn’t stop at the architecture...
The power scaling was fundamentally wrong.
Based on everything Sirius knew about the new corruption, mutant ranks possessed a hard ceiling at Silver. But that rule was currently being shattered. As he descended, the designated "guardians" defending each threshold were noticeably stronger than the surrounding fodder. Not by a dramatic, impossible margin, but the increase was consistent.
That consistency was terrifying. It meant an evolutionary gradient existed here. A forced progression that absolutely defied the established laws of corruption.
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By the time he reached a chamber guarded by a fully realized Gold-rank mutant, and he hadn’t even breached the tenth level yet, Sirius had slaughtered thousands, and a deep, gnawing dread had set into his bones.
He couldn’t have known it then. He had no way of knowing that the thousands of corpses he was leaving behind would become the foundational biomass for the next generation anyway. He was witnessing the embryonic stage of a nightmare that would churn for years, each generation devouring the last, climbing the evolutionary ladder on a mountain of their own dead, until these very chambers mutated into the hellscape Ren’s group would eventually face.
Sirius hit the tenth level running on fumes. He was utterly physically depleted by the sheer numbers.
The fiercest enemies he had faced during the grueling descent had barely scraped High-Gold at their absolute peak. But he knew the final chamber would be entirely different.
He knew very well that the true entrance to ruins of this nature would be protected by a Platinum-rank guardian.
Sirius drew a ragged breath, preparing to trigger his beast fusion and burn his absolute final reserves if the situation required it.
But when he stepped into the cavernous final chamber, he felt... nothing.
The air was dead.
The stealth capabilities of the beast, the terrifying Whisper of the Wind that would eventually fall to Selthia, the original guardian whose soul had been warped and repurposed, were entirely outside the realm of human knowledge. No historical archive mentioned a beast capable of erasing its presence so flawlessly, simply because no one had ever survived an encounter to document it.
Sirius walked cautiously toward the massive, seemingly empty door.
And then, he saw her.
Sirius remembered.
The memory didn’t come back in fractured, hazy pieces; it crashed into his mind whole and agonizingly flawless.
He remembered the looming door.
He remembered the chamber he had sworn was empty.
And he remembered Lykea appearing just beyond the safe zone...
She was radiant. She possessed the exact clarity, the exact warmth, the exact gentle inflection of her voice that his own desperate, grieving heart would have conjured if asked to paint a perfect memory of his wife.
She had opened her arms, calling him in for an embrace.
And he, exhausted, bleeding, and utterly starved for her, had stepped forward.
The Platinum-rank guardian did exist...

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