The tower is...striking. It stands out against the landscape imposing and silent.
Two things occur to me at once:
There is a small army of those re-living beings roaming around at its base, like silent soldiers guarding the entrance.
And that wizards don't have much creativity, because the tower before us just looks like Cyril's.
Maybe I shouldn't expect the re-living to be different this time around, but....
This is so...frustrating.
"Alright. Now what?" I murmur.
"No point in trying to go around these creatures. It's clear we have to fight them." Roland replies, looking somehow both annoyed and just a touch excited.
He never could resist a good fight.
Celeste cringes a little.
Valentine sighs. "There's a lot fewer of them than there were before...but we're not sitting on a wall where I can just pick them off, either."
And we certainly don't have an army.
"It will be easier than dealing with an entire legion, though..."
This is true.
Still.
