Northern walked into the Tower, admiring its remarkable structure.
The interior was chilly, welcoming him into a cool embrace that served as a sanctuary from the searing heat he was enduring outside.
But it was more than that, every corner, every element that made up this sentinel, exuded the craftsmanship of a being that has far transcended the limitations of mortality.
Northern couldn't help but envision this as the handiwork of some kind of transcendent entity.
But that was not what caught his attention or amazed him the most.
There were intricately carved texts of some sort on the walls, crowding every nook like the inscriptions of a brilliant mind.
Something about this place made him remember the ruin he and Night Terror had stumbled upon in the mountain.
Something about it felt so familiar, and he couldn't help but be drawn to it.
So he walked forward with his eyes fixated on them.
