Bab 155: Dungeon Magic Tower (2) A Minotaur?

The group pressed on, deeper into the tower, each step taking them further into the unknown. The air grew colder, the darkness thicker, and the oppressive weight of the magic pressed down on them with every passing moment. Every inch of the once-familiar tower now seemed foreign, twisted by the malevolent forces unleashed by the botched demonic ritual. The walls creaked, and distant, guttural sounds echoed down the corridors, hinting at the dangers lurking ahead.