Entering the Spire

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My footsteps echoed in the desolate wasteland, as I beheld the sight of the spire with a mixture of awe and unease.

The cold winds whipped at my clothes, carrying the scent of decay and flesh. It was the smell of death and despair, and it permeated everything in this lifeless landscape.

"..."

My bloody face was a stark contrast against the grey and lifeless surroundings.

After killing the wolf, I only drank a Health Potion to heal my wounds before coming here. I didn't even bother to wipe the blood off my face, for there was no point in trying to preserve any sense of dignity or cleanliness in this forsaken place.

The spire stood tall in the distance, with a dragon's skeleton wrapped around it like an eerie embrace.

As I approached, the dark aura emanating from it grew stronger, suffocating and draining me of energy.