The narrow passageways of the tower twisted and wound around them, labyrinthine and disorienting, as if the walls themselves shifted with every step Luke and Ava took. The silence that had followed their departure from the altar chamber was oppressive, thickening with each passing moment. The residual energy of the stone still hummed within Luke's chest, a constant reminder of the temptation he had just resisted. But he could feel it — the pull was still there, lurking beneath the surface, waiting for any sign of weakness.
Ava kept a steady pace beside him, her eyes scanning every shadow as they moved deeper into the heart of the tower. Though they had escaped the Watcher, the presence of something dark and ancient still lingered in the air, as if the tower itself was watching them, testing their resolve.
