Sylas
"How many steps are there in this tower?" Ryn complained as he took another step forward.
Sylas shrugged. "I haven't been here in a while, but I heard there are about 3,000 steps, and no one has ever made it to the last one."
Ryn stopped walking and turned to face him. "What the hell? So you brought me here to punish me? Why the hell would you—" He stopped talking and looked around as if searching for a sign, then he spotted a writing on the wall close to his head. "800 steps. We've only made it here?"
"Barely," Sylas responded.
"Barely?" Ryn shouted and facepalmed himself. "Why are you—" He groaned and untied his robe, revealing his chest. "It's starting to get too hot in here. I feel like I have climbed a thousand steps already."
Sylas moved closer and placed a hand on his forehead, checking his body temperature. "It must be your heat. That's why you're tired and—"
