Amberine, Elara, Maris, and Ramia let out a collective sigh of relief as the magic crystal in Amberine's hand dimmed, signaling the end of their communication with Professor Draven. His words, "Help is coming," echoed in their minds, offering a brief respite from the overwhelming tension that had been suffocating them since the tower's dungeonification. But the relief was short-lived; they were still trapped inside a corrupted tower, and danger lurked in every shadow.
"Okay," Amberine began, her voice trembling slightly, though she quickly regained her composure. "Draven said we need to make a safe place. And if he says the safest place is his office, then that's where we need to stay."
Elara, her expression as cold and distant as ever, nodded curtly. "It's logical. This office is probably the most fortified place in the tower."
