Of Glory — Spire

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.

With every strike, the "Glory" faded. The illusions of grandeur shattered. The white stone turned back into common granite, and the stolen children awoke from their trance. Spire of Glory

The interior was not stone, but light. Gravity felt thin, like a half-remembered dream. As Kaelen climbed the winding, floating staircases, the Spire tested him. It didn’t use monsters; it used . At the very peak, where the air was

When they hit the ground, the Spire was gone. In its place stood a simple, jagged pillar of rock. No gold, no light—just a monument to a man who chose a humble life over a hollow heaven. The Spire of Glory was a siphon

As the Spire groaned and began to crumble, Kaelen grabbed his daughter and leaped from the shattering heights. They fell, not into death, but into a sea of clouds that softened like wool under the Spire’s dying magic.