Their Own Battle

The air inside the Spire was stifling and thick with Aether, each of their breath felt heavy and electric. Shadows clung to the walls, shifting in unnatural ways as the faint light from the crystalline veins illuminated the passage ahead. The interior was a vast maze of spiraling stairways and grand halls, the architecture itself was ancient and alien—more of a fusion of stone and energy than simple construction.

Their footsteps echoed softly as they moved forward, the hum of power growing louder with each step. The walls were lined with symbols similar to those outside, glowing faintly with hues that seemed to change with the flow of Aether. Occasionally, the symbols pulsed, casting brief flashes of light that danced across the cold stone.