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At length, the stone began to crack. And seeing that weakness in it only emboldened him to attack even harder. He smashed through the ceiling, making the Tower shake so much that it seemed almost as if it was about to tip over.

But when the vibrations settled again, he was finally able to feel a brief moment of triumph. His breathing was ragged, and his shoulders were heaving, but he'd done it. He'd done something, at least.

He climbed through the hole he'd made.

Immediately, he could feel the difference in the wind. The fog was still too dense to see anything around him, but this must have been the roof.

Which meant that not being able to see his feet was a much bigger problem. He could walk right off the edge if he wasn't careful.

He decided to crouch down as he moved and brush away the fog in front of him with more paths of destruction. He didn't much care if he broke through the Tower again. Even if it collapsed with him still on top of it, he'd count that as another win.

It was still holding strong, though. Whatever that damn stone was, it could withstand a lot more than just one hit from destruction.

He took his time searching the roof, wanting to make sure he didn't miss anything. While these damn clouds made everything more difficult, he also had to acknowledge even through his frustration that they were probably the only thing keeping him safe from all the feldeaths around. These were clouds of the Dáinnbolg, after all. They must have been supernatural in nature, which meant they were helping to conceal his soul.

Eventually, after combing the edges and going back and forth across the roof, he found the apparent center.

And to his muted shock, there was actually something there.

Some kind of pedestal, it was. And on it, sat some kind of cube.

No. An orb.

No. A pyramid?

No? He blinked at it, not even sure what he was seeing, anymore.