The room on the fiftieth floor of the Tower of Echoes felt like an ancient hall forgotten by time. The high, shadowy ceiling was carved with old runes that glowed faintly, casting long, wavering shadows along the black stone walls. A heavy pressure filled the space, as if the very air weighed down on Sylvia's lungs with every breath she took.
Before her stood a towering creature, an ancient stone golem nearly five meters tall, standing solidly with a body etched in protective runes. Its dim red eyes glowed faintly, watching Sylvia without emotion. Its massive arms, as thick as stone pillars, hung motionless at its sides, ready to crush anything that dared come near.
