After resting enough, Lian stood up, approaching the tower with light steps, his movements cautious yet resolute.
"Those monsters were tough…" he thought with a smile, rubbing his ankle where an old wound still throbbed.
He had defeated the gargoyles and was elated. Sure, he had used underhanded tactics like exploiting distance, but a result was a result.
Approaching the doors, Lian examined them carefully. Nothing noteworthy could be seen on them.
"There seem to be some kind of carvings…" he murmured, touching them and scrutinizing the details. "However, time is a cruel thing. Nothing is clear."
And with that, Lian officially entered the tower.
Once inside, the darkness glimpsed from outside vanished, light took the place of shadow, and the entire ground floor became visible, a sudden shift that startled him.
Lian exhaled a breath of cold air.
"What kind of place is this?!" he hissed, frightened, taking an immediate step back.
