The world came to a pause as the sky pulsed faintly with light, a global notification echoing in the minds of everyone connected to the system.
[World Quest Update: Echoes of the Tower]
[Fragment Status: 3/4 Fragments Discovered
Tower Manifestation: Imminent]
The system's voice echoed like distant thunder, and across continents, people stopped what they were doing to stare at their interfaces in awe—and fear.
Fenrir stood alone in his forge, covered in soot and sweat, his expression unreadable as the notification faded. He exhaled slowly, his fingers curling into fists.
"Three out of four… It's close."
He murmured.
The Tower—whatever it was—was nearly here. He had been chasing its shadow for weeks now, and though the goal felt within reach, he couldn't shake the feeling coiling in his gut.
Anticipation? Yes.
But also... inadequacy.
