That night... the city felt like it was holding its breath.
Not the usual kind of quiet where everything just slows down. No, this one felt heavier.
Like the whole place was scared but trying not to show it.
Liora and I moved carefully, side by side, barely saying a word. The fight from before hadn't just left scars on the walls or streets—it left something twisted in the air. A fear you don't say out loud but you feel tugging at your skin and thoughts.
I kept thinking about the Tower. Not just the tall building, but something... more. Like a living thing, watching us quietly from a distance. We're all just pieces on its board.
We've fought the creatures it sends. But I swear, the Tower has plans — plans way beyond what we see. Two, maybe three steps ahead, always patient, always waiting.
Liora finally broke the silence, her voice low but sharp:
"We're fighting the wrong battles."
She's usually right like that. The monsters?
Just the surface. The real enemy is deeper.
Darker.
Hiding where we aren't looking.
My hand rested on the cold metal of my scythe. It pulsed quietly, like a heartbeat that doesn't belong to me. Power inside me — it doesn't come free. With every fight, it grows stronger, but so does the hunger.The hunger to control this power, to understand it... to not lose myself in it.
That's the part that scares me the most.
We turned a corner and caught a glimpse of a shadow slipping away. Not a monster, not solid—a ghost of something lurking.
That shadow stirred something inside me. A restless hunger, raw and aching.
I want more strength. More answers. More of anything to stop this nightmare from swallowing us whole.
But beneath it all, a small piece of me just wants to hold on to who I am.
Because the Tower isn't finished with us yet.
And neither am I.
To be continued.....