The Queen on the 100th floor of the Greatness Floor called all her Guardians on Floor 50 and above.

  Jazz sat in the dimly lit prison cell, her mind racing. The revetion of her ancestry still weighed heavily on her. She was a descendant of Aglias, a name that seemed to shake even Raven. But why did it matter so much? What role did she have to py in this so-called Providence War?

  Outside the bars, the sound of boots echoed through the corridor. The Queen of the Greatness Floor had arrived.

  The heavy iron doors creaked open, and a regal figure stepped inside. She was adorned in a gown of midnight blue, lined with golden embroidery that shimmered under the torchlight. Her presence exuded authority, her piercing violet eyes scanning the prisoners with amusement and calcution.

  "So," she said, her voice smooth yet ced with undeniable dominance, "this is the girl who carries the blood of Aglias."

  Jazz met her gaze, refusing to show fear. "Who are you?"

  A slow smile spread across her lips. "I am Queen Seraphina of the Greatness Floor, ruler of this realm, and keeper of the Tower's bance. And you, Jazz, are more valuable than you realize."

  Raven, standing at her side, bowed his head slightly. "Your Majesty, she still doesn’t understand the gravity of her lineage."

  Queen Seraphina stepped forward, tilting her head. "Then allow me to enlighten her. Your ancestor, Aglias, was not just a powerful mage—she was the first to challenge the gods themselves. She altered the fate of this Tower, and now, history demands that her bloodline does so again."

  Jazz clenched her fists. "And what does that have to do with this war?"

  Seraphina's eyes gleamed. "Because Heaven's Floor has ruled unchallenged for centuries. The Providence War is our chance to change that. You, my dear Jazz, are our key to victory. I called upon my Guardians to gather and scatter across Floors 1-50 because I sensed an aura I never thought I’d feel again… the aura of my beloved… the King of Zombies. But that is not the only issue. It is not just me—the Queen—who felt it. My father, the King of the Heaven Floor, has sensed it as well. He knows the Zombie King has returned… and he knows that they can challenge us once more."

  Jazz’s breath caught in her throat. "Zombie King? The Zombie Extermination? There are still zombies left?"

  Queen Seraphina answered, her voice ced with ancient sorrow. "Before the war, a deity walked among mortals—a Queen who took human form. She fell in love with a commoner, who became her King, and together they built a thriving town. Her father, a celestial being of immeasurable power, took pity on humanity and gifted them the Tree of Greatness—a sacred tree that nourished and sustained them.

  But when the celestial father discovered his daughter's love for a mere mortal, his fury knew no bounds. He cursed the King with an eternal existence—his flesh would decay, his hunger would never cease, and his death would never come. Thus, the first zombie was born.

  Yet, no power could halt his decay—his flesh bckened, his bones withered, and he became something beyond human.

  Cursed with undeath, denied release through death, the Zombie King dedicated his existence to mastering magic. As the centuries passed, his power grew immeasurable, making him the strongest human to ever challenge the King of Heaven on Floor 1. Even as his body rotted, his magical prowess allowed him to defy the ws of existence, ultimately cursing or even biting the King himself.

  The Queen, refusing to abandon her love, remained by his side. As punishment, their entire town fell to the same curse, becoming the first undead settlement—the pce now known as the 40th Floor."

  Seraphina’s expression darkened. "The extermination was never complete. A remnant survived, and now… their leader has awakened. This war is no longer just about control over the Tower. It is about ensuring we do not repeat history’s greatest mistake."

  The Celestial Trial

  Once, in the celestial realm, there was a great deity—a king among gods—who ruled over the heavens with wisdom and love. He had a daughter, a princess destined to inherit his divine throne. However, in her youth, she was arrogant and cruel, looking down upon humans as inferior beings, unworthy of the gods' attention.

  Displeased by her cold heart, the King sought to teach her a lesson. He cast her down from the heavens, stripping her of her divine status, and gave her a single seed.

  "This seed holds your fate," the King decred. "Pnt it, nurture it, and when it grows into a mighty tree that touches the heavens, you may return. Until then, you will live among the humans you scorned, learning the weight of your choices."

  Falling from grace, the princess found herself in the mortal world, lost and alone. Over time, she endured hardships, faced struggles, and came to understand the suffering of those she once despised. Through trials and tributions, she grew wiser and stronger.

  The seed she had pnted began to sprout, and with each lesson learned, the tree stretched higher, its branches reaching toward the heavens.

  Now, she reigns as the Queen of the Tower, a sacred pce that connects the mortal realm to the divine. Those who seek ascension must face the trials within, proving their worth just as she once had.

  Yet, high above, the King still watches from the Throne of Heaven, waiting for the day his daughter will complete her journey and truly understand the meaning of power, wisdom, and compassion.

  The Queen’s Deal

  Back in the prison, Jazz remained defiant. "And if I refuse to fight in your war?"

  Queen Seraphina chuckled. "Refuse? Oh, dear girl, you misunderstand. You were chosen long before you even drew breath.

  She waved a delicate hand, and the guards dragged in another figure—bound in chains, his face bruised but his eyes burning with defiance.

  Seraphina waved a hand, and a magical mirror shimmered into existence, revealing a haunting vision.

  Jazz’s breath hitched as she saw her brother Ford and Prius, standing alongside John the Leader of the Continental Cn, their faces determined but weary.

  Seraphina smirked. "As you can see, there's John, my 3rd Rank Guardian, with your beloved brother."

  Jazz’s heart pounded. "What are you doing? what's going on?"

  Seraphina’s smirk deepened. "Choose, Jazz. Serve me, and they live. Resist… and they die before your eyes."

  Jazz clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. Her mind raced with the weight of the decision before her.

  She exhaled shakily and met the Queen's gaze. "I’ll serve… but you will not harm my brother. That is my condition."

  Seraphina’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Done. Welcome to the war."Jazz’s war was no longer about destiny—it was about survival. And she had just made her choice.