Friday, January 1, 2021

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~~((New Year's Day Special - Page 4 of 12))~~
If he was about to start hallucinating, then that would just be the icing on this shit-filled cake, Caster felt. One more obnoxious thing to deal with.

He wasn't going to stop until he reached the top. After coming this far, there was no choice. Even if nothing was here, he had to know that for sure. He'd be curious for all eternity if he didn't. There was no telling what--

The top of his head hit something, and he recoiled a few steps back down.

What?

He's been in the middle of a staircase, so how could he have run into anything? What could possibly--?

Brushing away the dense fog above him, he saw it. Dark stone. Just like the rest of the Tower.

A dead end.

For a time, he was just confused.

These stairs just led into the ceiling? There was no next floor? No outlet onto the roof? What the hell was happening?

What did he just climb all these fucking stairs for?!

That was it. The last straw.

He summoned the path into his fist and blasted the ceiling with as much destructive force as he could muster.

The Tower trembled from the impact, but that dark stone didn't budge.

Which just made him even more angry. How was that possible, huh? This power was called "destruction," wasn't it? So why couldn't it even do the one thing that it was supposed to?! If there were things that it couldn't destroy, and if it didn't have any other fucking properties, then wasn't it just useless?!

He growled unconsciously, which in turn became a yell as he kept attacking the ceiling with his power like a battering ram. Everything else was forgotten as he let his rage consume him and mindlessly kept bashing with both hands, alternating between two paths of destruction, not letting up nor ever intending to until this fucking stone was gone. His screams blended with the deep, piping sounds of his paths, and the Tower's rumbling seemed to heighten, reverberating with his very own soul.

He just wanted to destroy.

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