With determination in her eyes, Martha clutched the wooden makeshift weapon and quietly entered the tower. Her steps were light, and her senses were alert as she began to explore its interior.
The dim torches affixed to the walls emitted a faint, reddish glow, casting a muted illumination that revealed the aged and weathered condition of the broken tower.
As Martha silently navigated through the dilapidated structure, the signs of time's passage became evident—moth-eaten walls, shattered wooden windows, and pervasive cracks marked the worn appearance of the building.
Martha's eyes landed on a table adorned with an assortment of fruits, water jugs, and scattered papers.
Approaching cautiously, she began to sift through the documents, revealing various reports detailing the condition of nearby villages and the toll of casualties they had suffered.
