As the night arrived, the group had fallen quiet. Lying over their damp beddings, they stared into the flame and were reminded of the burning capital that they'd left behind. It wouldn't be long before the new queen takes the crown and everything returns to as it was, and yet the chaos that had spun about for what should've been but a passing moment had left a mark seared deep within everyone's mind.
Had the sages been as weak as the nobles, the barons, and the dukes and their duchies, the people wouldn't have shied from toppling the tower, but one foot inside, and Toma would've incinerated their bodies with no remorse behind its eyes. Kept at bay by that threat, the tower stood tall still, and its memory remained as tall in the minds of the hero's party.
