Just as Max stepped into the secret chamber, a soft golden radiance gathered in front of him. The light twisted gently until it formed the familiar figure of the tower spirit.
"Master, you are here," Xolo said with respectful calm.
Max nodded once before asking his question. "Tell me something, Xolo. Do you sense the presence of something inside the Tower of Truth that shouldn't belong here?"
Xolo's glow flickered faintly, almost like a shiver of discomfort.
"I do sense it," the spirit replied. "It feels dark. Corrupted would be the correct word. But…" its voice lowered in confusion, "for some reason, I do not have access to the place where that presence is sealed. No matter how many times I try, I cannot enter that space or see within it."
Max absorbed those words silently.
"I see."
That confirmed everything he suspected.
