The air inside the tower grew heavier with every step they took. Even for Dragonborns, it pressed against their lungs like molten lead.
Erend could feel the thick, dense, and unnatural air.
"If not for our Dragonborn lungs," he thought grimly, "my lungs would've already collapsed long ago. This isn't air any human should breathe."
"Something inside this tower is waiting for us," Krono said, his voice low and edged with tension. His teeth were clenched and his aura flickered faintly around him like restrained lightning.
Aesa glanced at him. "You still can't use your power?"
Krono shook his head sharply.
"No." His answer came out more like a growl than a word. The reminder of his obscured strength made his jaw tighten. Rage boiled beneath his calm surface, but somehow he managed to keep his composure.
"Then we keep moving?" Eccar asked.
