In the cavernous depths of their hidden refuge, Cain gathered his progenies around a rough-hewn stone table. The flickering torchlight cast long shadows on the walls, dancing in rhythm with the tension that hung heavy in the air. Cain, his presence commanding and his gaze intense, leaned forward, his hands splayed across the ancient map of the Tower of Babel.
"We have an opportunity here," Cain began, his voice a low rumble that resonated with authority. "The Tower of Babel is a marvel of both arcane magic and forgotten technology. If we can secure it for ourselves, it could provide us with the power and resources to not only defend against the giants but to establish a new order in this chaotic world."
Mabel, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, asked, "But what about its missing power source? Without it, the Tower remains dormant, a potential loss."
