Spires reach the skies.

Oath watched as Fairytale’s fear spilled over into her words and actions, his ears twitching at the strange, melodic howling coming from the spires. The sound was unsettling, as though the stones themselves were trying to speak in voices long forgotten. He moved closer to her, drawn by the tremor in her voice and the quiet determination in her actions.

His eyes traced the spires as she dug at the earth, their towering forms seeming ancient and yet entirely new, just as she had said. "You're right," Oath murmured, his voice steady but laced with unease. "They shouldn’t be here. But now they are, and... it feels like they’ve been waiting for someone to find them." He lowered his head slightly, the scent of the soft dirt around the spire filling his nostrils as he inspected the ground she had begun to dig into.

The eerie cries from the stone were like whispers that gnawed at the edge of his mind, tugging at him to dig deeper, to understand. But it was also dangerous. "We’ll figure it out," he assured her, though the uncertainty gnawed at him too. “If there’s something trapped or waiting, we need to be careful, Fairy. If these spires are calling to us, it might not be for something good.”

He bent down beside her, nose brushing the earth. "Let’s keep marking our path, but don’t go too deep just yet. We’ll explore... together."