Alex found himself standing before a colossal tower that rose so high it seemed to pierce the sky itself—the Tower of Ascension.
The air around it vibrated with ancient power. At its base, enormous gates of stone and strange shimmering metal loomed over him, carved with shifting constellations and figures climbing ever upward, as if frozen mid-ascent. As Alex approached, the runes etched along the surface began to glow one after another, reacting to his presence.
With a deep, resonant rumble, the massive gates slowly opened on their own—as if the tower itself had been waiting for him.
Alex watched the widening gap, feeling the pressure that leaked from the darkness beyond. "Did she really go into the tower," he muttered, "without knowing what it is?"
He sighed heavily. 'What the hell do I do now… I had plans for her.'
'But nothing ever goes according to plan, does it?'
