As they ventured further into the obscurity concealed beyond the weathered metal door, a shared realization unfolded within them. The tower, it seemed, was a clever ruse, for the staircase beneath their feet descended into the depths rather than ascending.
The impenetrable darkness that enveloped them upon entry appeared to consume their very beings, shrouding them in its inky veil. Though Damien held Rosalie's hand with unwavering grip, an undeniable sense of disorientation washed over her. The sheer lack of awareness concerning her surroundings proved to be an overwhelming challenge to surmount.
Finally, the very thing Rosalie had feared materialized - her foot slipped on one of the worn stone steps, causing her to lose her balance. Yet, her impending fall was thwarted by Damien's sturdy form, his arms swiftly enfolding her, drawing her close to his body.
"Lady Rosalie, are you unharmed?!"
