As the main light of sunrise crawled into the great beyond, washing the land in a delicate, brilliant sparkle, Seraphina and Azrael remained at the pinnacle's entry. Its transcending, midnight towers appeared to pierce the sky, and a feeling of premonition lingered palpably. Seraphina grasped the gem ornament around her neck, its throbbing energy filling in as a reference point of boldness.
Azrael went to her, his eyes loaded up with concern. " Seraphina, I can't anticipate what we will look inside these walls. The pinnacle is known for its misleading preliminaries. Could it be said that you are certain you need to continue?"
Seraphina met his look with unfaltering assurance. " I've come this far, Azrael. I can't turn around now. My predetermination is weaved with this pinnacle, and I should face anything challenges lie ahead."
