As Luke and Ava stepped through the doorway, the atmosphere shifted once again. The room they entered was smaller and darker than the previous chambers, with thick shadows clinging to the corners. The walls were lined with strange, flickering runes, casting an ominous glow across the space. The air hummed with an unnatural energy, and the ground beneath their feet seemed to vibrate with every step.
Luke could feel the power from the book coursing through him, stronger than ever. It was as if the tower itself was feeding it, strengthening the bond that had formed when he touched the ancient tome. But with that strength came a nagging sensation—a whisper in the back of his mind, subtle but persistent. It urged him forward, pushing him to embrace the power even more.
Ava, ever watchful, glanced at Luke as they walked. "You're different," she said softly, her eyes searching his face for any sign of change.
