If the first-floor corridor had been clean, bright, and modernly minimalist, then as the woman climbed the stairs level by level, the surroundings gradually changed as well. By the seventh floor, everything in sight had more or less become an indescribably bizarre fantasy landscape.
More and more mysterious matter appeared in view. It resembled the roots of some plant, yet also the blood vessels inside a human body. These twisted purple veins crawled across the walls and even the ceiling, radiating a dim violet glow.
It felt like walking from reality into a dream. Increasingly more phenomena that defied the physical laws of the Material World appeared as well, such as distorted gravity, altered air composition, warped light, sudden temperature shifts, and so on.
None of that affected Batwoman, however. Her willpower was incomparably strong. Trying to make her retreat with such petty tricks was nothing but wishful thinking.
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When she passed a writhing fire hose, she merely glanced at it, but ultimately said nothing.
That was because she realized it was the third time she had seen it. Even the extent of each wriggle had not changed. It left slimy tracks across the purple-glowing floor, as though an earthworm had crawled through.
Batwoman also understood the concept of a "Consciousness Maze." Perhaps it would be easier to understand in the terms used by Otherworld Deathstroke: a so-called "Ghost Wall."
Such situations did not only arise when encountering malicious vengeful spirits. Spellcasters sometimes possessed similar abilities as well.
So when Arkham Tower now presented this endlessly looping staircase, Batwoman still had a way to deal with it. Her method was highly subjective: close her eyes, keep moving forward, and believe that she could get out.
This tower had originally been designed as a castle bastion. It was essentially a