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Why. Why are they all dead and I continue on? Why do the pathetic and cowardly rule? Why am I still here, still struggling, still walking up this stairway? My entire body is red hot as the graves pass through my mind. I'm shaking, the staircase feels eternal, I’m not sure I can make it.
But I remember why. I raise my hand, looking up, and with a nod the tower explodes floor by floor, masonry shooting out in rings, the gray sky and ceaseless rain revealing itself. My life has been a series of disasters, and I intend to repay the favor. At the top of the tower, now falling toward me, is a large bell. Perhaps I was supposed to ring it. I reach out my hands, turning bronze to molten golden liquid, and a new shape falls into my hand, a beautiful gleaming sword.
Liquid metals falls and flows around me as I survey the surrounding city, the fog and dreariness lifting. Three more towers present themselves as places to conquer, as power to acquire. And I will have them.
