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Prologue
The tower slowly rose out of the earth, jutting upwards into the sky, crushing surrounding buildings and though cutting through cardboard. Debris rained down onto the streets in sheets of dust and rubble. The slums were falling apart.
Rena ducked into an open doorway and covered her head with her hands, silently praying for the quake to stop. Around her, bricks shook in the cement that encased them, falling onto the floor and creating large holes in the dusty floorboards.
As soon as the earthquake had started, however, it stopped. Tentatively, she leaned around the doorframe enough to check that nothing would fall on her. When she was certain that no debris was suddenly going to dislodge and rain down her on unprotected body, she walked out of the building, covering her mouth to stop herself coughing from the dust.
She successfully made it outside without any major occurrences, though when she got outside, everything seemed too dark. She turned her attention to the sky to see what had caused all the fuss and her eyes narrowed.
It stood as tall as a skyscraper, light desperate to find its way around its edges, looking in all its glory like the dark harbinger it was made to be. Thousands of gargoyles, arches and stone edifices carved into the outside, swarming the air with its very purpose.
The air outside felt cold, and heavy, as though it wanted nothing more than to suck the warmth out of the world. The tower left a dark shadow, blotting out the sun as dark clouds slowly gathered overhead.
Temen-Ni-Gru. The Tower of Fear.