Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his sword for a blacksmith’s hammer, stood at the base of the monument. He wasn't there for the treasure rumored to be at the top, nor for the divine favor the priests promised. He was there because his daughter had been "called"—drawn into the Spire’s glowing entrance like a moth to a flame, along with dozens of other children.
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. Spire of Glory
In the Chamber of Valor, he saw himself as the hero he had once dreamed of being—untouchable, adored by the masses, his failures erased. To pass, he had to reject the vision, embracing his scars and the quiet, dusty life of a smith. In the Chamber of Wisdom, the Spire offered him the secrets of the stars, but only if he let go of his "mortal attachments." Kaelen, a disgraced knight who had traded his