The air within Skyreach Spire grew heavier as Marcus and Elara ventured deeper into its core. The walls shimmered faintly, shifting between solid stone and transparent energy, giving the unsettling impression that the spire was alive, watching their every move.
Marcus glanced at the two glowing runes in his hand—Resolve and Perception—both pulsing faintly as if urging him forward.
Elara tightened her grip on her daggers. "I don't like this. It's too quiet."
The System chimed.
**"Warning: Dimensional distortion detected. Anomalous energy levels rising. Prepare for spatial dislocation."**
Marcus groaned. "Spatial dislocation? That sounds like a fancy way of saying, 'We're about to be tossed around like rag dolls.'"
Before Elara could respond, the ground beneath them shimmered, and a sudden pull yanked them forward. The world twisted and folded in on itself, and they were hurled into a swirling vortex of light and shadow.
