"It's finally arrived," whispered the man with the sword, his voice echoing through the air. The Tower of Choice, the daunting 100 floors that lay ahead, was now before them. The group of five let out a collective exclamation, their excitement palpable. But as Angelica descended from the altar, her expression dull and seemingly annoyed, the mood shifted. We took in our surroundings, unsure of what was to come. "I must thank you all once again," I spoke up, my voice heavy with gratitude. "Without your help, I never could have made it this far." But then, without warning, the Hand of Control, ranked SSS and active, struck us all. One by one, my comrades fell to the ground, their bodies lifeless. And as Angelica's dagger pierced my neck, a dark rage consumed me, my vision fading into a deep darkness. My consciousness slipped away, my senses and everything else eroded by the profound darkness that followed. It was a cruel end to our journey, but at least we faced it together."
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