Jenner had always been drawn to the Tower, ever since he was a child. The towering structure, piercing the sky with its ever-changing heights, had always been a source of wonder for him. He would spend hours staring up at it, imagining what lay beyond its walls, what secrets it held, what mysteries it kept.
Now, as he stood at its base, he felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. He had always known that he would climb the Tower one day, that it was his destiny. But he had also heard the stories, the tales of the countless brave and foolish souls who had attempted the climb and never returned.
Jenner took a deep breath, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword. He had trained for years, honing his skills and preparing himself for this moment. He knew he was as ready as he would ever be.
He stepped forward, his foot touching the first rung of the ladder that led up the Tower's side. He looked up, his eyes tracing the length of the ladder, up and up and up, until it disappeared into the clouds.
He began to climb, his muscles straining with the effort. The ladder was old and rusted, and it creaked and groaned with every step. The wind whipped at his face, threatening to tear him from the ladder and send him plummeting to the ground.
But he kept climbing. He climbed until his arms ached and his legs trembled. He climbed until his fingers bled and his breath came in ragged gasps. He climbed until the Tower's edge was within reach.
And then, just as he was about to grasp it, he heard a sound behind him. He turned, his sword drawn, ready to face whatever foe lay in wait.
But there was nothing there. Just the empty air, and the ladder stretching down into the distance. He frowned, his heart racing with a sudden fear.
He had heard the stories, the tales of the Tower's tricks and traps. He had always thought he was prepared, that he could handle whatever the Tower threw at him. But now, as he stood on the edge, staring into the void, he realized that he had been wrong.
The Tower was not just a physical challenge. It was a mental one, a test of will and courage and determination. And he had only just begun.
Jenner took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He stepped onto the Tower's edge, his eyes fixed on the horizon. And he began to walk.