A focus on balancing Spirit , Fatigue , and Willpower to survive.
Kaelen was a knight of the Silver Order, trained to resist the darkest magics. Yet, as he looked down at the interface glowing on his wrist—the Mark of the Seeker—he saw the number pulsing in a soft, rhythmic violet. It was a reminder that this world was shifting, its rules evolving as he delved deeper into the spire.
"Then why are you here?" Lyra asked, stopping inches from his face. "Is it for the power? To be the one who finally reaches the top of the spire and claims the Core?"
"Don't look away, Sir Knight," a voice purred from the shadows.
She reached out, her fingers brushing the cold steel of his chest plate. Kaelen felt a surge of heat where she touched him. A prompt appeared in his vision: .
"The castle has grown since you last fell," she whispered, circling him. "The temptations are no longer just of the flesh. They are of the heart. Of the ego. Tell me, do you still believe your 'Willpower' stat can save you?"