Amon walked cautiously while checking his surroundings, his grip tight on his sword.
Beside him was Scarlett. Her eyes were sharp, focused on the tower.
Soon they were near it. The closer they got, the colder the air felt, as if the temperature was dropping with every step.
With a slight frown, Amon glanced at the structure and said, "I have never seen something like this before here. What is this?"
Scarlett kept her gaze fixed ahead, her expression serious. "I don't know either… but whatever this might be… it's not simple."
She gave a small nod.
They walked closer to the tower. The tower was made up of black stones. Amon extended his hand, his palm touching its cold surface.
With unease in her eyes, Scarlett muttered, "This looks too old. And something about it feels odd… something very wrong." Then her eyes narrowed, as if she noticed something. Getting closer to the wall, she ran her hand over it.
Her eyes widened.
