Chapter 448: Throne III
The days passed quietly, but there was never boredom.
Leon spent each one walking the lands he’d created, not as a king, but as a builder—adjusting river flows, reinforcing mana nodes, experimenting with how Echo Threads reacted to stable emotional auras. The Tower didn’t resist him anymore here. It learned from him. Every choice he made became part of the floor’s evolving soul.
But it wasn’t just him.
Roselia had begun constructing a training ground atop a ridge she named the "Iron Veil." It was layered with pressure fields of varying density—perfect for shieldwork and movement training. She’d even installed mana-reactive traps with Kael’s help, laughing as they nearly blasted him off the cliff the first time they misfired.
Roman converted a hilltop into a gallery that housed echoes—recordings of past battles they’d fought. Visitors could relive critical duels in full simulation. It wasn’t just nostalgia. It was education.
Milim, unpredictable as always, tamed a mana beast that had been born from a rift Leon didn’t even notice forming. The creature had three tails, breathed lightning, and answered only to the nickname "Thump."
Naval rarely spoke, but Leon found out one morning that the tree he’d been sitting beneath had developed consciousness. A quiet one, slow and thoughtful. It had chosen to call itself Kerren.
Each day, their home became more real. More alive.
But peace never lasted long in the Tower.
Not here.
Day Nine
The Tower trembled.