The Tower of Soddom does not rise from the sea so much as it declares itself above it. From a distance it appears impossibly slender, a dark spire piercing the clouds with unnatural precision. Its surface is not stone in any familiar sense. It is black, but not matte. It drinks light. Sunlight strikes it and seems to bend away, sliding off its edges like something unwilling to touch it. The sea surrounding its base has turned a sickly deep gray, as if ink has bled endlessly outward from its foundation.

Up close, the tower’s structure becomes more unsettling. It is not smooth. It is layered. Vertical ridges run its length, uneven and ribbed, like the spine of something ancient and colossal. There are no visible windows in the lower reaches, no gates, no welcoming threshold. The base disappears into churning dark water that moves against the tide in subtle contradiction to the wind. Sometimes the waves do not break against it at all. They recoil.

Higher along its body, the architecture shifts. Sections of the tower seem to protrude and retract subtly over time, as though the structure is not entirely static. Thin bands of dim violet light pulse faintly along fractures in its surface, like veins carrying something through a body. During certain nights, these faint lines glow brighter, and those sensitive to Mana report a pressure in their skulls when looking too long.

The clouds around the upper half are unnatural. They gather too tightly, circling slowly, rarely dispersing even in strong wind. Lightning strikes near it more often than elsewhere, yet never seems to strike it directly. The top is rarely visible. When it is, observers describe jagged, crown like spires branching outward, forming something that resembles a broken halo.

The land reacts to its presence. The water west of the tower darkened first. Then Obscura formed, consuming the eastern Wisp settlement in shadow. Creatures began emerging during Leaks, things malformed and disoriented. Mana near the tower feels unstable, stretched thin, as if drawn toward it in slow, constant siphoning.