A rusted, twisted doorframe stood before her, leading into the tower. Around the rest of the metal balcony, instead of the weathered stone walls she had climbed to get here, were broken window frames, the glass long gone.
She stepped through the doorframe. The balcony led into the top level of the tower, which had a beaten and stripped roof covering it. The tower was tall, but not very wide. The room Ash stepped into was small and circular. A hulking device stood in the center, but it was so worn and beaten that Ash couldn’t tell what it was.
The wind ripped through the gaping window frames, which provided no protection from the outside weather. Holes were ripped through the roof above, and the floor was wet and collapsing. A ladder descended through a hole in the floor.