Tower Of | Trample

The sky above the Cinder Flats was the color of a bruised plum. At its center, impossibly tall and thin, rose the Onyx Tower. For a century, it had stood as a monument to arrogance, a needle of dark glass and sharp-edged obsidian. They said a mage-queen, Valdris the Imperious, had sealed herself inside, growing fat on forbidden power and contempt for the mortal world below.

You woke at the Gilded Gate, face-down in the cinders. The plague in your lungs was gone. In your hand was a smooth, warm stone—the Orb. But you did not remember the tower. You remembered only a feeling: the absolute, undeniable certainty that some forces are not to be fought, only survived. Tower Of Trample

And in the village, as you brewed the cure from the stone's light, you found you could no longer walk with a warrior's swagger. You walked softly. Deliberately. As if the ground beneath you had every right to push back. The sky above the Cinder Flats was the

She stood. Her shadow engulfed you.

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