First Floor

The transition was seamless as if the fabric of reality itself had bent to accommodate my journey.

The crystalline light enveloped me, a cocoon of energy that transported me from the heart of the storm to the first floor of the Shadow Spire.

As the light gradually faded, I found myself standing in a dimly lit chamber, the walls adorned with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with a subtle, eerie energy.

The air was heavy with a sense of foreboding, and the room's atmosphere was thick with ancient whispers.

"I'm on the first floor, am I not?"

Shadows flickered across the walls, casting elongated forms that danced in the periphery of my vision.

I could feel their gaze upon me, like an unrelenting weight that bore down on my every move.

The Shadows, manifestations of the storm's energy, had taken on a more defined and ominous presence here. Their forms were twisted and distorted, their movements a chaotic ballet of darkness.