The Bell Tower was a hollow tooth jutting out of the city's gumline.
It stood on the edge of the Sump, a relic of a time before the smog choked the sky.
The stone stairs spiralling up the interior were worn smooth by centuries of footsteps, but now they were coated in a thick layer of industrial soot.
Zane climbed silently.
He kept the Umbral Cloak active, burning a steady stream of Essence from his battery.
The cost was negligible now that he had digested Rivet's heavy soul.
He felt solid, anchored to the stone by the sheer density of his new mass.
He reached the bell tower.
The wind up here was fierce, whipping through the open arches and carrying the metallic noise of the Grinders.
In the centre of the platform, a massive bronze bell hung silent and rusted.
Silas sat on the
