Broken Towers

Asher and his team crouched in the shadows, their gazes fixed on the castle looming before them. It was an imposing figure, its jagged towers piercing the sky like the talons of a beast. The walls, darkened by time and weather, bore scars of an era long past. There was an eerie stillness to it, a silence that sent an involuntary chill through anyone who dared to stare for too long. It was not merely the size of the fortress that commanded fear, but the aura it exuded—an undeniable presence of something ancient, something lost to time.

But just as it was terrifying, it was also vast.

Exploring the entire castle as one unit would be inefficient, dragging out their search with little to show for it. They needed to divide and cover more ground. That was why Asher had implemented the two-on-two breakdown of the group.

"You two should take that tower," Asher instructed, pointing towards a separate section of the fortress, "and we'll take the other one."