"Finally, we'll be out of here; honestly, this place is depressing," Anna exclaimed, stretching her arms as if longing for the touch of the sun's warmth.
They stood at the exit of the tower, facing the ladder they had crossed when they first entered. However, their attention was captured by a figure seated atop a staff, defying the laws of physics.
This man, adorned in thick white armor with a bald head and distinctive markings denoting him as a monk, intrigued the girls. His ability to sit atop the staff was mystifying.
"I would like to know what you've earned," the monk said, wearing a bright smile.
"Get in and find out," Cristian replied, advancing without hesitation.
"Oh?" The monk sighed, lowering his head. As Cristian approached, the monk swiftly leaped down, wielding his axe at the heavily armored man.
Extending his hand, Cristian caught the rod. Even as holy flames coated it, he stood firm, unyielding.
