Below, Eira and Ashenfang found a tunnel. Carved in runes of wind and frost, it led up in spirals opposite the main path.
Suddenly, wind blades shot toward them. Eira spun, her staff glowing, deflecting them with precise arcs.
"This tower was built to test hearts," she said. "But I know mine."
They climbed quickly. Memories surfaced—of her family, her oath, her betrayal by the council. Each step forced her to face regret. But she pressed on.
Ashenfang howled—alerting her.
A shadow beast emerged, fangs bared.
Eira smirked. "Bad move."
She cast a spear of frost. The beast shattered.
They ascended.