The Spire Responds

Sylas and Morgan rushed through the dim corridors of the spire, their hurried footsteps echoing against the crystalline walls. The tremors beneath their feet had subsided, but the tension in the air remained thick and suffocating. They knew where they were heading—toward the heart of the disturbance, toward Seline.

Morgan, who was slightly behind, called out to the elf in front of him.

"Hey! Sylas! What the hell happened?!"

The elf paid no attention to him, he kept running towards the direction of the center chamber.

As they reached the chamber, the heavy stone doors groaned open before them, and their breaths were hitching at the sight before them.

Seline's body remained still, seated in the center of the crystalline formation, just as they had left her. But now, something was different. The very air around her had changed.