[Serph kills the engine before he steps out from his vehicle, frowning as he gazes up at the tower. Yet another huge, ominous tower. Unease settles down his spine as he realises the tower's surface is mishappen because...]
It isn't made of just metal.
[Shapes of creatures protrude from metal as though they were swallowed up and encased, twisted bodies unable to escape their fate, ichor oozing slowly down the tower.]
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It isn't made of just metal.
[Shapes of creatures protrude from metal as though they were swallowed up and encased, twisted bodies unable to escape their fate, ichor oozing slowly down the tower.]