You stand at the threshold of the tower, its walls pulsating with the grotesque blend of flesh and metal, a testament to his twisted transformation. The air is thick with a rancid, metallic scent, and your heart aches with every step closer. You reach the core—a cavernous chamber, dark and oppressive, where his form looms, monstrous and inhuman, his once-familiar face barely visible beneath the layers of corrupted flesh. His eye, though still his, gleam with a cold, hollow light.

You take a hesitant breath, stepping forward.