As they neared the tower, the air grew heavier. A strange hum vibrated through the ground, and the tower's presence seemed to grow more ominous with every step.
"Are you sure about this, Sia?" Anthony asked, his voice filled with concern. "This place... it doesn't feel right."
Sia nodded, her expression determined. "I have to know, Anthony. I need to understand what's happening to us, to me. This tower, it holds the answers."
They reached the base of the tower, and the doors creaked open slowly, as though expecting them. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the scent of old parchment. The walls were lined with ancient books, scrolls, and artifacts that hummed with energy.
As they stepped inside, a voice echoed from the shadows. "You've finally arrived. Welcome."
Sia's breath caught in her throat. The voice was familiar, but she couldn't place it. She turned around quickly, searching the darkness.
From the shadows emerged a figure—clad in a cloak of black. Sia's heart skipped a beat
.
It was him.