The aftermath of the battle left a haunting silence in the valley, with only the faint hum of the tower's residual magic disturbing the stillness. Thadric, Selyna, and Rynor stood amidst the rubble, their breaths coming in steady but heavy gasps.
'Do we destroy it, or leave it?'
Thadric asked, his axe resting on his shoulder as he stared at the obsidian structure.
Selyna wiped her daggers on a scrap of fabric, her sharp eyes scanning the runes etched into the tower's surface.
'Destroying it might unleash something worse,'
she said, her tone thoughtful.
'We need to study it first. There's too much we don't understand about Verath's plans.'
Rynor nodded, his staff glowing faintly as he examined the markings.
'These runes are ancient. Older than anything I've seen before. Whoever created this had knowledge far beyond what Verath should have access to.'
Thadric snorted.
'Knowledge or not, it didn't stop us from wrecking their day.'
'This isn't about brute force,'
