Spire Of Glory -

At the very peak, where the air was cold enough to crack bone, he found the King of Oryn. The monarch was withered, fused to a throne of glass, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, hollow light. He wasn't reaching for the gods; he was feeding the Spire with the "purity" of the stolen children to keep himself immortal. The Spire of Glory was a siphon.

Kaelen didn’t use a legendary blade to win. He used the heavy, soot-stained hammer from his belt—a tool of creation, not a weapon of war. He struck the glass throne, not with hatred, but with the rhythmic strike of a man shaping iron. Clang. Clang. Clang. Spire of Glory

The sky over the Kingdom of Oryn was no longer blue; it was a bruised purple, choked by the shadow of the . At the very peak, where the air was