With his mind fuzzy, Walker continues to walk up the stairs and through the next door. The lack of runes was enough to force him out of his mind. "You did well. No one has been up here for a long number of years. I have awaited the next being to reach here. To think that humans would be the next generation. I can only wonder what the world must be like." The familiar voice that has spoken when they first made it to the core of the tower in the desert rang out.
"Yes, I said I would no longer exist. Unfortunately, that was not the case. I must give ownership of the tower to one that can control the runes and their processes. I leave you with the job of recruiting someone with the proper individual." Walker knew that this voice was something made from runes and massively advanced magic used to leave an impression of a consciousness. But it was still too real and made him feel that there was an omnipotent being speaking to him.
