A wave of disbelief washed over the Tower, momentarily silencing the melody. News, faint and distorted, echoed from a distant reality – the formless enemy, once a looming threat, had been destroyed. But the melody remained cautious, a disquieting dissonance lurking beneath the surface of relief.
Alex, the first champion, stood amidst their fellow recruits, a tapestry of diverse beings woven together by the melody of hope. Anya, the fragmented consciousness, resonated with a chilling warning, "This news… it's incomplete. The enemy wouldn't fall so easily."
Doubt, like a discordant note, began to creep into the melody. Had they been misled? Was this a ploy by the enemy to lull them into a false sense of security? The champions, their faces etched with apprehension, awaited further information.
