After a brief search, everyone confirmed that there were no other noteworthy clues in the small hut. So, they cautiously retreated and headed towards the adjacent tower.
From the outside, it appeared to be a strange-looking tower, standing at about thirty feet tall and leaning about fifteen degrees away from the lake. If it had another two levels, it would probably lose balance. When they arrived at the base of the tower, Lancelot could clearly sense some invisible magic field at the top, slowly rotating like the blades of a windmill. However, his Spirit Perception did not detect any immediate danger. The exact purpose of the field could only be determined by finding the magical device that generated it.
As they stood before the tower's door, the atmosphere around them suddenly turned eerie. A chilling wind blew out from the open door, cold as a dying person's final breath, causing their scalp to tingle involuntarily.
