The tower stood tall, imposing and powerful just from its look.
It seemed to be built from metals dripping red with lava.
It was built like a box, but it had shapes, jagged yet intricate, that revealed it was made with great attention to detail. It was built to command attention.
These designs gave the tower a fierce, almost primal elegance—a fortress both brutal and refined, crafted with meticulous attention to detail.
'Whoever this immortal was, he knew what he was doing. The tower looks both simple, complex, and elegant at the same time.'
The aura surrounding it thrummed with power, and just by gazing upon it, Kent could feel the immense strength locked within its walls.
'I can't wait to enter,' Kent said inwardly as he gazed at the towering structure pulsing with energy.
A few minutes after the tower appeared, Elder Lance flew into the air, looking more tame after the humiliation Uncle Drake put him through.
