When they hit the ground, the Spire was gone. In its place stood a simple, jagged pillar of rock. No gold, no light—just a monument to a man who chose a humble life over a hollow heaven.
"My daughter is not an attachment," Kaelen roared, his voice echoing against walls that bled starlight. Spire of Glory
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. When they hit the ground, the Spire was gone