The mask's next revelation sent a shiver through Alen's core. "If you manage to complete all ten floors of this tower," it said, pausing for a moment to let the weight of its words sink in, "you will unlock my full potential as well." The proposition hung in the air, an enticing reward intertwined with the threat of the tower's unknown dangers.
Curiosity piqued, Alen couldn't help but inquire about the great ruins he had encountered before, the ruins from which he had received the mask itself. "What are the great ruins?" he asked, his voice tinged with lingering awe and apprehension.
The mask turned its gaze toward Alen as if peering into the depths of his soul. "Names of the past," it replied enigmatically, its ethereal voice carrying a hint of solemnity. With purpose and determination, the mask floated toward the entrance of the tower.
