Chapter 35: 3. The Circumstances of the Tower Master
A bizarrely towering structure stood in the middle of a wide expanse of land, completely surrounded by high walls and shrouded in fog.
The Magic Tower, a place that prioritized complete disconnection from the outside world.
From early dawn, an old man cut through the fog and entered the Tower.
“Tower Master!”
As soon as the old man with a large staff entered the Tower, the secretary jumped to their feet.
“You're here! It's been such a long time!”
Though wrapped in a black robe, his tall stature could not be hidden.
His long, flowing white hair and beard were splendidly thick.
His bulging, large eyes gleamed a piercing blue.
The Tower Master looked like a Grim Reaper.
“Yes, it’s me.”
The Tower Master strode forward and perched himself on his desk.