A Beacon in Stillness

Evening brought shadows across the timber floor, drawing my steps toward a tall metallic pillar that rose like a watchtower. Its broad circular base gleamed under the soft glow from above. Resting the haft of my battle axe beside the polished brass rim, I knelt to inspect the quiet mechanism of the foot-switch. A gentle press of my armored gauntlet yielded a crisp mechanical click, sending a ring of warm amber light radiating around me. Here stands an effortless bastion, dispelling the night without a single cry of alarm.