Spire Of Glory < 2025-2026 >

Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his sword for a blacksmith’s hammer, stood at the base of the monument. He wasn't there for the treasure rumored to be at the top, nor for the divine favor the priests promised. He was there because his daughter had been "called"—drawn into the Spire’s glowing entrance like a moth to a flame, along with dozens of other children.

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.

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

"My daughter is not an attachment," Kaelen roared, his voice echoing against walls that bled starlight.

The sky over the Kingdom of Oryn was no longer blue; it was a bruised purple, choked by the shadow of the . Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his

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.

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 . With every strike, the "Glory" faded

In the Chamber of Valor, he saw himself as the hero he had once dreamed of being—untouchable, adored by the masses, his failures erased. To pass, he had to reject the vision, embracing his scars and the quiet, dusty life of a smith. In the Chamber of Wisdom, the Spire offered him the secrets of the stars, but only if he let go of his "mortal attachments."