[The Courtroom's Fool lounges on an ornate couch, it's last coherence spent talking down to you]

"Long past our typical expiration date, one can expect to be dumped into the stream of souls. From there as your consciousness flounders within the vastness of the afterlife and time passes through millennia in mere seconds as worlds rise and fall. You must wait for this endless circus as it has but one highlight, that accursed tower. It's where my story is scattered and I'm trusting you, boy, to rebuild it.

[The Courtroom's Fool crosses it's lanky legs as it dissipates, cackling maniacally as you're knocked from the stream of souls and through the outer layer of the tower.]

Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.

***

[Congratulations Challenger! You've arrived at Floor 1 of the Tower.]

A dim blue window hovers in front of Cole as he brushes himself off and adjusts his tunic, running his hand through his dark brown hair to remove the rubble from it. He was racking his brain trying desperately to think just where he had wound up before a searing pain spread throughout his head and his vision began to blur.

[Questions? Concerns? Just climb the tower! We wish you luck!]