The Tower of Ashes
The ground beneath their feet no longer felt solid.
It was as though the earth itself was shifting, pulling, reshaping — a reflection of their very souls, disturbed by the weight of what they had unleashed. Aelir could feel the air thickening around them, each breath coming heavier, as though the world itself was pressing in, warning them to turn back.
But they did not.
They walked.
Through the shimmering fields of glass, where the land seemed to shimmer and breathe with its own strange pulse, and across rivers that hummed with a quiet energy, pulling them forward like an invisible current.
The tower in the distance loomed larger with each step, its silhouette jagged against the crimson sky, twisting unnaturally toward the heavens. It looked like something from a d
