Chapter 82 The Obsidian Spire

• As they reached the rocky outcrop, the shimmering heat gave way to a foreboding sight: a towering black structure piercing the horizon. The Obsidian Spire loomed ahead, its jagged edges reflecting the dim light of the setting sun. The air was charged with a palpable energy, making every step toward it feel heavier.
• “What is this place?” Lyara asked, her voice hushed.
• Eryndor’s gaze was locked on the spire. “A nexus of ancient power. It’s said that the Obsidian Spire predates even the founding of Elandor, built by those who wielded magic beyond comprehension.”