Round 25

The tower's dark heart pulses with malevolent energy—the sound of a thousand dry bones clicking together from beyond the door. A voice like wind through graveyard weeds hisses out: "Ahhh... fresh meat! So many years I've waited... so many souls feasted upon!" The party stands frozen at the threshold, facing an ancient horror that has been feeding on this tower for centuries—its power sustained by layers of bound spirits trapped within its dark magic.