Aeon stood at a distance, watching the imposing structure of the Death Tower. Its ominous presence cast a long shadow over the desolate landscape, a testament to its foreboding reputation.
The tower, a colossal edifice of ancient stone and dark energy, seemed to pierce the sky itself, its peak perpetually shrouded in swirling clouds of darkness.
The air around it was thick with a palpable sense of dread, a heavy atmosphere born from the countless battles and bloodshed it had witnessed over the ages.
Surrounding the Death Tower was an army of Bone Warriors, their skeletal forms clad in tattered armor, eyes glowing with an eerie, unholy light.
These guardians, numbering nearly 100,000, stood in rigid formations as though they had been waiting for Aeon. They resembled an army frozen in time, their presence exuding a menacing aura.
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