100 Word Babble Challenge

The ancient monolith stands in front of our team towering above us. The strong winds of the sea rush against our bare skin with enough force to physically push us back. A place of beauty has been transformed into a landscape of chaos. No one truly knows the origin of the tower but I believe that it came from the devil himself. When we approach the monolith the buzzing of electricity becomes more deafening as I put my hand on it to rest. Suddenly, the monolith breaks apart and shatters into dust to reveal the faint glow of a box…

 

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