Layna's holy symbol trembled in her hand. She could feel a distant, overwhelming source of magic down below, but it wasn't focused on any single point. In fact, the walls all around her had an aura or magic coursing between their stones. But these veins rose up and somewhere above her head converged on a single point.<br/><br/>A thunderclap echoed throughout the sky, and shook the tower as if angry at the blasphemy of sensing a foreign prayer on the island's shores, seemingly daring Layna to test its mercy again. It had swallowed her up and spared her life once, and with its howling winds picking up it might try and take her back.<br/><br/>The staircase winding upward looked clean, now that she had the light of her spell for a brief moment. Almost as if it had been regularly maintained, or as if time had completely stopped here long ago. The craftsmanship was superb as well, beyond even the stonework at her temple with each step decorated with part of a long mural etched along the entire staircase leading up.<br/><br/>In comparison the ladder behind her was shoddy, made perhaps decades ago and in a state of rot. The craftmanship was almost inhuman in its cleanliness and stability, and it looked dangerous to descend even without the foreboding magic she sensed below her feet.