The first sunrise beneath the shadow of the Celestial Tower brought no comfort to the world.
Ordinarily, dawn represented hope. It marked the end of uncertainty and the beginning of action. Yet when the sun rose across the continent, millions quickly discovered that the events of yesterday had not been some collective nightmare. The Tower remained exactly where it had appeared. Its colossal silhouette continued to dominate the horizon, piercing the heavens with an existence so vast that human minds still struggled to comprehend it. The rotating celestial rings surrounding its structure remained in constant motion, while silver runes crawled endlessly across its dark surface. Even during daylight, the distant storm clouds surrounding the Tower persisted, creating an unnatural scar upon the world's skyline. The sight alone was enough to remind every living being that reality itself had fundamentally changed.
