The looming silhouette of the Veiled Spire dominated the horizon, an imposing structure etched into the mountain's jagged peaks. It pierced the clouds like a shard of obsidian, its surface gleaming faintly with a metallic sheen. As the group closed the distance, an oppressive energy began to creep into the air, heavy and suffocating.
Ryu slowed his pace, his gaze locked on the spire's summit. Voidfang vibrated softly at his side, as if it could sense the building pressure. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the others.
Kaelith stood steady, her eyes narrowing to survey their surroundings. Her silver hair gleamed in the faint light, but her expression was tense with concentration. Draven and Aris followed hard behind him, their usual banter replaced by grim silence.
We're being watched," Aris said, resting her hand on the hilt of her dagger.
Draven nodded, holding his axe at ready. "Feels like something's waiting for us up there."
