The rain had slowed to a thin drizzle by the time Amon steadied himself.
He stared at the spot where the spiral tower had appeared. There was nothing. Only trees everywhere.
A dark forest stretched endlessly under a bruised gray sky.
He narrowed his eyes and stepped forward a few paces, as if changing his angle might reveal it again. His gaze scanned the horizon carefully.
He looked into the far distance. There was no tower. Nothing at all. No unnatural silhouette cutting through the forest.
Just mist, rain, and swaying branches.
With a faint frown, he muttered, "…Did I imagine it?"
Another flash of lightning tore across the sky. For a split second, the forest turned white. At this point, Amon had become used to the thunderous sound.
There was still nothing, even after watching for a while.
Amon stood there for several long moments, letting the rain soak into his clothes. His heart had calmed, but unease lingered inside him.
