The blinding light of the Eggs Dungeon portal faded, replaced by the cool, luminescent glow that seemed to define every corner of this extraordinary place. Arthur blinked, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. They weren't on barren plains, as he expected, but within the tower itself.
Golden light emanated from intricate patterns adorning the walls, swirling in mesmerizing dances. Lush, bioluminescent vines snaked across the ceiling, casting an otherworldly aura on the polished stone floor. This was unlike any other tower Arthur had ever seen – more an organic marvel than a cold, imposing structure.
Elara, a black shadow rippling behind Arthur's shoulder, let out a spectral sigh. "The heart of the tower…" she breathed, hope and trepidation warring in her voice.
