The scent of salvation, like a siren's song, called to him. The prospect of fame, fortune, and glory- almost within his grasp -tempted him. However, on this final stretch of his journey, the tower dealt him a mischievous hand. Alaric found himself fooled, conned, deceived, duped, hoodwinked and, in his own words, thoroughly BAMBOOZLED. What was meant to be a sprint through the last floor of the tower transformed into an unexpected marathon.Follow Alaric, and watch him grapple with new challenges as he treads the lands of The United Aalarchrist Continent with his newly found borderline dysfunctional family! As the floor unfolds, the looming shadow of sacrifice becomes increasingly evident. The path, the tower, demands sacrifice, inflicts agony, and ultimately redeems its due in ways unforeseen.  PS: This would be my first story, so criticism is most welcome. While English isn't my first language, I would like to think that I have a pretty decent grasp on it, but again, for any hiccups- suggestions, or improvements are greeted with open arms.