Trample | Tower Of

She tilted her head, genuinely curious. "You endured all of that… for others ?"

The staircase ended in a vast, circular chamber. The floor was a mosaic of crushed velvet and crushed bone—a pattern of boots, sandals, and bare feet overlapping in eternal, violent dominance. In the center stood a dais, and on the dais, a woman. Tower Of Trample

The world, she knew, was not saved by the proud. It was saved by the kneeling, who learned to rise without forgetting the heel. She tilted her head, genuinely curious