The Reaver Demon

Nearing the base of the illustrious Tower, the group stopped, taking in the spectacle that was the divine structure. Extending like seraphic roots through the streets, the Tower seemed to embed itself into the asphalt.

'Woah, there it is…" Sol said.

"Finally seein' it up close," Yeong-Un added.

The area around the Tower had a sudden decrease in level, seemingly caved in by the presence of the immaculate structure.

They had stopped in front of what looked to be a rundown store that sold sporting gear, having a sign resembling a tennis racket.

"We'll stop here for now," Ma-Ri said.

Bags hung beneath the eyes of the youthful leader, but it was the same for each of them–they were all tied from the arduous, stress-filled expedition.

"I hope they're okay…" Eunji said quietly.

They entered the doors of the sporting store together, which was vast and filled with a variety of items: tents, kayaks, and hunting equipment.

"They'll be fine," Sol said, "...At least I hope so."