The legend of the tower

Determined, you turn your gaze away from the elf and head deeper into the Feywood, drawn by the legends of the Tower of Gods—a mythical structure said to stand at the heart of the forest, hidden from mortal eyes for eons. The trees grow denser as you push forward, the air thickening with ancient magic. Vines slither like living things beneath your feet, and the whispers of the forest seem to grow louder, more distinct.

The deeper you go, the stranger the world becomes. The very ground begins to shift, as if testing your resolve. Strange lights dart between the trees, illuminating glimpses of shadowy figures just beyond your vision. You push onward, unwavering, until at last you come upon a clearing.

In the center, towering above the landscape like a monument to forgotten gods, stands the Tower. Its black stone walls are etched with runes that glow faintly in the twilight. The top of the tower disappears into a swirling storm of clouds, crackling with energy. The air around it hums with power, almost suffocating in its intensity. The trees themselves seem to bow away from the structure, as if in reverence—or fear.

As you approach, the ground trembles. A booming voice, neither male nor female, echoes from the tower's direction: "No mortal has entered here in a thousand years. What makes you believe you are worthy?"

The energy of the place presses against you, testing your spirit, your will. The Tower looms before you, its entrance wide open, as if daring you to step inside.