I Tricked a God

The noise around the Horde’s Bone Tower not only showed no sign of dying down, but instead grew louder and louder.

With every new change in the numbers on the board, the crowd reacted more emotionally, until the space near the entrance gradually turned into a genuine human bottleneck. Some tried to squeeze closer to the bearded bookmaker, others argued over Moriana’s chances, while still others watched the results of those who had entered the Tower.

It was this living wall of people that Kael now approached.

For several seconds, he tried to find a clear path through, but quickly realized it would be faster simply to ask someone to move aside.

So, stopping behind one of the men, Kael calmly placed a hand on his shoulder and politely said, “Can I get through?”

The man slowly turned his head and, giving Kael an irritated look, replied with a frown, “Can’t you see there’s a line?”

Then the man nodded toward the crowd and added more rudely, “You’re not special. So wait with everyone else.”

Hearing that answer, Kael felt the corner of his mouth twitch slightly as a thought flashed through his mind: “I don’t give a damn about your bets…”

Then, aloud, Kael said a little more seriously, “I’m not in line. I want to enter the Tower.”

Those words instantly drew the attention of several people around them.

Not only did the man who had just snapped at Kael turn around, but so did nearly a dozen other soldiers standing nearby.

Several people even tore their eyes away from the board and turned to look at the unexpected speaker.

A tall brute with a broken nose looked Kael up and down and snorted mockingly, “You want to go in?”

He gave a short laugh and shook his head.

“You’re still just a kid. What are you doing going into the Tower?”

The man standing nearby could not suppress a chuckle either.

“Come on,” he said, noticeably more good-natured. “Kid, I’d advise you to spend your MMP on something more useful.”

Nodding toward the entrance, the man continued, “Blowing your entire monthly pay like that isn’t very smart.”

Kael merely raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, lingering on the bearded bookmaker, then returning to the men before him.

“Oh, really?” he drawled with obvious mockery. “And what exactly are you doing right now?”

The moment those words left his lips, several people nearby immediately burst out laughing, while the brute with the broken nose instantly turned crimson.

“Who the hell do you think you are, brat?!” he roared, abruptly stepping forward.

Without even giving Kael a chance to answer, the man grabbed him by the collar and yanked him closer.

“I’ll—”

But before he could finish, he suddenly broke off mid-sentence.

The fingers that had just been clutching Kael’s clothes trembled and opened on their own, while the brute’s face rapidly turned pale.

“I… Uh…”

A strange, half-choked sound escaped his throat, after which he hurriedly released Kael’s collar and even took a small step back.

“Sorry!”

The word came out so quickly that several soldiers standing nearby exchanged bewildered glances.

The brute himself swallowed nervously and, avoiding Kael’s eyes, hastily added, “Guess there’s something wrong with my head today…”

Yet he looked as though the problem was not with his head at all, but with his survival instinct, which had just been desperately trying to warn him about something.

The people around them were visibly taken aback by his reaction.

“What’s wrong with you? Did you overheat in the sun?” the man who had recently been giving Kael advice about MMP asked with a frown.

Instead of answering, however, the brute merely swallowed nervously and gave a meaningful nod toward Kael’s chest.

The gesture was so expressive that those around them almost instinctively followed his gaze.

And in that brief moment when their eyes settled on the token, the faces of the people around him seemed to change instantly.

“The Doomgrin Squad…” someone in the crowd muttered, a distinct note of apprehension in his voice.

As though only now realizing exactly who they had been talking to, the soldiers began visibly losing their confidence. Someone coughed awkwardly, someone hurriedly looked away, while several people simply took a step back.

Without waiting to see how the others would react, one of the men immediately started walking away, saying uncertainly, “I just remembered… I have to go.”

“Actually, I need to stop by somewhere too…” another man said.

“Me too.”

“My friends are already waiting for me.”

Several more people hurried to follow their example, moving so quickly that it looked as though their lives depended on it.

Watching the spectacle, Kael merely smirked faintly, thinking, “All right… Sometimes being one of the lunatics actually has its advantages…”

Meanwhile, the brute was still standing in front of him, looking as though he were desperately trying to come up with the right words. Several times, he even opened his mouth to say something, only to change his mind each time and fidget even more uneasily.

Still, Kael quickly grew bored of watching him suffer.

So, without waiting for another attempt at an apology, he calmly looked at the man and asked, “Do I need to register somehow to enter the Tower?”

The brute hurriedly shook his head so sharply that he nearly lost his balance.

“N-no…” he stammered. “You just need to have enough MMP on your token. Otherwise, the barrier simply won’t let you through.”

As he spoke, he did not even try to meet Kael’s eyes, as though afraid to tempt fate any further.

Kael himself merely gave a short nod.

For the moment, that answer seemed sufficient. He was already about to head toward the arched entrance and even took half a step forward, but almost immediately stopped.

“No…” he thought, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Better to find out what’s waiting for me after all.”

Turning back toward the brute, Kael looked at him again and calmly asked, “Explain how the Tower works. What awaits me inside?”

The question made the man visibly tense, and he even instinctively took a small step back, as though afraid of saying the wrong thing.

Still, he began answering almost immediately, “Inside the Tower, everyone is equal.”

After hesitating briefly and gathering his thoughts, he continued, “It doesn’t matter what stage of development a mage has reached. The pressure will feel the same for everyone.”

As conversations and arguments over bets gradually resumed around them, the brute spoke more and more quietly and cautiously, clearly trying not to prolong the conversation.

“Each successive floor increases the pressure and raises the concentration of mana around you. This creates extreme conditions inside, making it increasingly difficult to move, breathe, and control your own mana.”

Pausing to think for a moment, he rubbed his neck and added, “But that’s exactly the point. Everything is designed to keep the strain constantly at the limit of what you can withstand. That’s why the rate of development inside the Tower increases severalfold compared to ordinary training.”

Hearing this explanation, Kael was somewhat underwhelmed.

Stripped of the fancy wording, everything he had heard so far amounted to an extremely expensive training ground with an increased concentration of mana.

He was already about to ask in disappointment, “Is that all?” when the brute unexpectedly continued on his own, “But that isn’t the Tower’s main function.”

His voice grew slightly more serious, and he finally stopped looking like a man expecting to be struck at any moment.

“The Horde’s Bone Tower is designed to strengthen a contracted spirit and reinforce the bond between spirit and mage.”

At those words, Kael’s interest instantly returned.

Meanwhile, noticing his reaction, the brute hurried to continue, “Because of the unique conditions inside the Tower, your spirit receives far more mana than during ordinary training. And we’re not talking about a slight advantage, but a truly enormous difference.”

As he spoke, the man instinctively glanced toward the arched entrance.

“That’s why inside the Tower, it isn’t just the mage’s own talent that matters, but also the strength of his bond with his spirit.”

At those words, his expression grew noticeably darker.

“If the bond isn’t strong enough, at some point the spirit may begin developing faster than its master.”

Kael frowned slightly.

“And what happens then?”

The brute swallowed nervously.

“Then the spirit may try to take over the mage’s mind.”

The crowd continued to clamor around them, some arguing over bets, others watching the board, yet the man’s words still sounded unexpectedly grave.

“Possession?” Kael asked.

“Yes.”

The brute slowly nodded.

“If the spirit becomes too strong and the mage’s will proves insufficient, it will begin suppressing its master’s consciousness. In severe cases, the person completely loses control of himself.”

Rubbing his neck, the man added much more quietly, “That’s why even some wealthy mages stay away from the Tower. Here, you don’t face an enemy from outside, but the one you yourself allowed into your soul.”

And the moment those words were spoken, Kael’s amber eyes seemed to light up.

Until now, he had listened to the brute’s explanations with moderate interest, trying to understand why there was so much fuss surrounding this Tower. But now the situation looked entirely different.

A smile slowly spread across his face.

“Now that’s interesting…” he thought.

If the Horde’s Bone Tower had previously seemed like nothing more than an expensive training zone, now he finally began to understand exactly why people were willing to pay so much money for it.

Still looking at the arched entrance, Kael involuntarily recalled the last few months of his life.

“I’ve been neglecting my training lately…” he thought. “Libero must be starving by now.”

With that thought, Kael instinctively touched his chest with his fingertips. Almost immediately, a faint, sly smile appeared on his lips.

“Considering the circumstances under which Libero and I formed our contract…” he thought. “There’s no way our bond is ordinary.”

But at that moment, Kael’s thoughts were interrupted by a sudden surge of mana.

Startled, he shifted his gaze toward the Tower just in time to see the runes woven into the bone structure around the arched entrance begin to light up one after another.

“Someone finished!” someone in the crowd immediately shouted.

The moment those words rang out, the conversations around them noticeably quieted, and dozens of gazes turned toward the entrance.

Kael also watched with interest as some kind of magical mechanism inside the Tower began to stir.

Only a few seconds later, a human figure flashed between the platforms leading toward the top of the Tower.

Or rather, it did not exactly flash.

The young man seemed to be caught by an invisible wave that smoothly carried him downward through the numerous floors. He wasn’t running or jumping, but simply floating through the air, gradually approaching the exit on a current of mana.

Soon, the wave reached the arch, spilled out slightly, and gently lowered the man to the ground right beside the entrance.

It was a young man, breathing heavily and not even trying to get up.

Bracing his palms against the stone slabs, he gulped down air, his clothes so thoroughly soaked with sweat that he looked as though he had been fighting for hours without a single break.

Watching the scene, Kael instinctively shifted his gaze to the large stone board nearby.

And almost immediately, he noticed that one of the lines that had been glowing among the many names only moments before had vanished without a trace.

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The very moment the young man left the Tower, his name was automatically removed from the list of those still climbing.

Almost immediately, a commotion arose around the young man.

“Good job, kid!”

“You lasted a whole three hours!”

“Ha! You just won me money!”

One of the soldiers even waved enthusiastically and called out, “Come on, I’ll buy you a drink!”

The young man himself merely raised a weary hand in response, not even trying to stand. It seemed celebrations were the last thing on his mind right now.

Watching the scene and the way those around him reacted to what, by their standards, was an ordinary end to a training session, Kael frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the brute.

“Why did that happen?”

Understanding the question without any further explanation, the brute immediately looked toward the mage lying near the entrance and answered cautiously, “It happens to everyone. When someone no longer has the strength to withstand the Tower’s pressure, the Tower ends their training automatically and carries them outside.”

As he spoke, he nodded toward the arch, where the runes were still slowly fading.

“Essentially, the Tower simply determines the moment when remaining inside any longer becomes dangerous.”

Kael considered what he had heard for several seconds, then looked again at the young man, whose acquaintances were already helping him to his feet.

“Can’t you come down on your own?” he asked.

“Of course you can,” the brute replied with slight surprise, as though he found the very question strange. “But who would willingly give up even one extra minute when training here costs this much?”

Having said that, he involuntarily chuckled and shook his head.

“Most people stay inside until they reach their absolute limit. Sometimes they even try to hold out longer than they should.”

After thinking for a moment and watching as the latest wins and losses were already being discussed near the entrance, the man shrugged and added, “Only a few come down on their own…”

“The richer ones?” Kael suggested with a smile.

With the happy winners nearby already discussing their successful bets, the explanation seemed perfectly logical.

But the brute merely shook his head and replied, “No. Those with extraordinary talent.”

He glanced toward the Tower, obvious respect in his voice.

“People like that can remain inside for several days straight while the Tower gradually deducts MMP from their tokens.”

After a brief pause, as though recalling someone in particular, the man added, “Of course, even they can’t stay in there forever. Everyone has duties, assignments, orders from command. Sooner or later, they have to return to regular service.”

Kael nodded thoughtfully, digesting what he had heard, then looked once again at the platforms rising upward.

“And are there many people like that in our camp?” Kael asked.

The brute thought for a moment.

Scratching his cheek and looking over the area around the Tower, he seemed to be doing a quick count in his head before muttering uncertainly, “Actually… around a hundred.”

Noticing the slight surprise on Kael’s face, he immediately continued explaining, “But don’t read too much into that number. Most of them train somewhere around the fiftieth or sixtieth floors. That’s already considered a very impressive result, but still nothing extraordinary.”

As he spoke, he nodded toward the stone board, where the numbers beside the names of the mages inside continued to change.

“But those who can spend days on the eightieth floor or above…”

At those words, his voice involuntarily grew quieter.

The man remained silent for several seconds, as though mentally going through familiar faces, then slowly raised his hands.

“You can count them on your fingers.”

Glancing sideways at Kael, the brute added very cautiously, “By the way, one of them is your Captain Morkroft.”

“Not surprised…” Kael murmured with a smile, immediately adding, “And what’s the record for holding out on the final, hundredth floor?”

At those words, a crooked grin appeared on the brute’s face, and he answered awkwardly, “There isn’t one. Because no one has ever made it there.”

Having said that, the man nodded toward the Tower, as though this were common knowledge.

“Our camp’s record is the ninety-third floor. Morkroft lasted ten minutes there. Captain Astrid—fifteen. And Captain Lilith—sixteen.”

As he listed those names, he spoke with noticeable respect, as though each of those achievements had long since become a local legend.

After a brief silence and another glance toward the top of the Tower, the brute said thoughtfully, “There’s another legend…”

“They say that about twenty years ago, a young prodigy showed up here who reached the seventieth floor while still only a Soulbound Mage.”

At those words, the man even shook his head, as though he still could not believe what he had once heard.

After a brief silence, the man looked south and added much more quietly, “But alas…” He sighed heavily before continuing. “He died tragically in one of the battles. A great loss… A very great loss.”

Listening to the story, Kael involuntarily shifted his gaze to the Tower’s floors rising overhead.

“The ninety-third floor,” he thought.

The same number had already been mentioned several times, but now he viewed it somewhat differently.

“The records belong to the Captains not because they’re stronger than everyone else…” he noted thoughtfully. “Rather, it’s the opposite. The records are a measure of the talent that later allowed them to reach the pinnacle of their careers…”

The more Kael thought about it, the more obvious the pattern became.

The Tower seemed to offer a glimpse into a person’s future long before they acquired true strength.

After a brief silence, Kael looked at the brute again and decided to ask one final question. “What do you think—what floor should I aim for?”

At those words, the man visibly tensed.

Casting a quick glance at Kael’s token, then at the Tower’s arch, and only then back at Kael himself, he remained silent for a while, clearly searching for the safest possible answer.

“I… don’t think it’s my place to speculate about something like that,” the brute said, trying to evade the question.

But hearing such a cautious response, Kael narrowed his eyes slightly and said more insistently, “Then I’ll ask it differently…”

Leaning forward slightly and lowering his voice as though he were about to discuss something truly important, he asked with a smirk, “What would you bet on once I go inside?”

Realizing that there was no getting out of it this time, the brute awkwardly scratched the back of his head and thought for several seconds, clearly trying to come up with an answer that would sound neither insulting nor blatantly flattering.

“To be honest…” he finally muttered. “Even the current Captains only made it into the forties on their first visit.”

As he spoke, the man nodded toward the Tower, as though such a result alone already spoke volumes.

“After that, they gradually strengthened their bonds with their spirits, grew stronger, and climbed higher and higher with each attempt.”

After a brief pause, the brute looked at Kael again and noticeably softened his estimate, evidently deciding to make his prediction a little more generous.

“I’d bet that you’ll reach the thirtieth floor.”

Hearing the answer, Kael merely nodded calmly.

“Thanks for the information,” he said with a faint smile, then, without asking any more questions, turned toward the arched entrance.

By this point, the crowd ahead of him had split somewhat between the young man who had been ejected from the Tower and the board displaying the results, leaving the path to the Tower clear.

“Now I can’t wait to find out what floor I’ll reach myself,” Kael thought as he started forward, never taking his eyes off the platforms rising above.

Skirting the small crowd gathered around the young man, who was still sitting on the ground trying to catch his breath, Kael calmly approached the entrance itself.

Now that he was standing right in front of the arch, he could finally examine it more closely.

The bone slabs were covered with thousands of delicate runes, some of which slowly shimmered as though mana were continuously circulating through them.

“There are some fairly complex inscription runes here… It’ll take me a very long time to reach this level of mastery…” Kael noted to himself.

Taking a deep breath and turning his gaze to the first “floor,” Kael cleared his mind and shut out all distractions.

All the noise of the crowd seemed to recede into the background.

“Now we’ll find out what I’m capable of…” he thought.

With that thought, Kael calmly stepped forward.

At that very moment, the space before his eyes rippled slightly, as though he were passing through a thin film of water, while the token on his chest flared with a soft light.

Almost simultaneously, the runes within the arch came alive for a brief instant, allowing him inside.

And the moment Kael’s foot came down on the first platform, everything around him suddenly changed.

An invisible weight crashed down upon him, as though the Tower itself had turned its attention toward him.

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Kael slowly looked around and focused on what he was feeling.

It seemed he had been expecting something utterly incredible.

However, after standing still for several seconds, all he felt was mild disappointment.

“All right… This is only the first floor…” he murmured quietly.

But before the thought could fully take shape, Libero suddenly stirred within his Mana Core.

The contracted spirit’s reaction was so distinct that Kael felt it immediately.

It seemed the new environment was to his liking.

Touching his chest and sensing the spirit’s unusual excitement, Kael smiled in satisfaction.

“Hmm… If you like it, then there really is more to this Tower than meets the eye…”

Focusing on what Libero was feeling, Kael wondered for a moment, “Perhaps you can feel something I can’t yet…”

With that thought, Kael lingered no longer and, quickly crossing the first platform, climbed to the next.

The moment he stepped onto the second floor, the pressure around him increased again, while the concentration of mana grew even higher.

“There is a difference, but it’s still insignificant…” Kael thought.

Straightening his shoulders slightly, he continued climbing without even slowing down.

✦ ✦ ✦

Meanwhile, outside the Tower, the bearded man taking bets instinctively raised his eyes to the board, habitually tracking the latest changes.

Having done this hundreds of times a day, he had long since learned to spot anything unusual at a glance.

That was why the new line immediately caught his eye: “Kael. Record: 3. Current position: 3.”

For several seconds, the bearded man simply stared at the inscription, then his eyes abruptly widened.

“Hey!” he suddenly roared across the entire square, making a good half of those gathered around the Tower flinch. “Who saw the newcomer go in?!”

The bearded man straightened abruptly and looked around, slapping a palm against the Tower wall in irritation.

“Damn it, how did I miss that?!”

The crowd, seemingly long accustomed to reacting to his every shout, quickly turned toward the board.

“Kael? Never heard of him…”

“Who even is that?”

“Some new guy?”

“What squad is he from?”

Questions quickly rolled through the crowd like a wave. It seemed no one at all had noticed exactly when Kael had gone inside.

But suddenly, a loud voice rang out from the crowd, “I saw him!”

Nearly every head turned toward the speaker at once, while the brute who had spoken with Kael near the entrance only moments ago raised his hand above the crowd.

“He’s a new recruit from the Doomgrin Squad!” he declared confidently.

The moment the squad’s name was spoken, a fresh surge of discussion immediately swept across the square.

But the brute himself suddenly fell silent, as though only now realizing something impossible.

His gaze slowly dropped to the line bearing Kael’s name, then lifted again. His mouth fell slightly open as he muttered in bewilderment, “Wait… His token showed the rank of Junior Serpent…”

At those words, the soldiers nearest him exchanged puzzled glances, and then someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, “Junior Serpent? Weren’t there rumors that those lunatics’ squad only got a new member two days ago?!”

Hearing this, the crowd froze for a moment, as though their minds could not reconcile those two facts.

But at that moment, a short, curly-haired girl suddenly shouted from the crowd, “Damn it! Yesterday I heard some rumors that the Doomgrin Squad’s new recruit did something insane and earned a whole pile of MMP!”

Squeezing farther forward and trying to make herself heard over the crowd, she added, “My seniors said he even broke Hector’s record!”

The moment those words rang out, the crowd practically exploded.

“Hey! I want to place a bet! Thirtieth floor on his first attempt!”

“Barbaros! Write it down!”

“I want to bet too!”

“Fortieth floor!”

“Are you out of your minds?! Twentieth at most!”

Only a moment ago, people had merely been discussing the unknown newcomer’s name, and now bets and predictions were already pouring in from every direction.

The crowd immediately surged toward the bearded man, nearly knocking him over, but Barbaros merely grinned in satisfaction as he watched the chaos.

As he began accepting tokens and recording new bets in his thick notebook, Barbaros instinctively glanced up at the stone board.

More than a dozen names were displayed on it now, but the bearded man’s gaze almost immediately settled on one particular line: “Kael. Record: 7. Current position: 7.”

Narrowing his eyes as he watched the number continue to climb, Barbaros merely stroked his beard in satisfaction.

“What luck…” he thought. “This dark horse is going to help me make a whole pile of MMP…”

✦ ✦ ✦

Inside the Tower itself, Kael continued calmly climbing upward, completely unaware of the commotion he had already caused outside.

Walking at an even pace along the platforms spiraling upward, he soon passed a young girl sitting directly on the stone floor with her eyes closed. A vortex of mana visibly swirled around her, continuously being drawn into her body, while the girl herself looked so focused that she did not even notice his presence.

Quietly passing by and not wishing to disturb someone else’s training, Kael thought, “The ninth floor is more noticeable already… But still not enough…”

So far, the pressure had only been gradually increasing, and he did not even have to exert himself to keep moving forward.

But the next moment, he stepped onto the tenth platform.

And the instant he did, Kael’s eyes unexpectedly widened.

“Whoa…” he thought.

The difference was far more noticeable than he had expected.

Whereas before, the pressure had increased smoothly from floor to floor, now the jump felt much sharper. The concentration of mana around him seemed to rise several levels all at once, while Libero inside him practically began rejoicing.

Touching his chest and feeling the contracted spirit practically come alive within his Mana Core, Kael involuntarily smiled.

“I see you’re pleased, Libero…” he thought to his spirit. “Absorb as much mana as you like.”

Continuing upward and growing accustomed to the increased pressure of the tenth floor, Kael gradually began to notice a pattern.

“Apparently, every ten floors are a separate level…” he thought, taking several more steps forward. “The increase within each set of ten is significantly smaller than the jump to the next ten.”

Kael was already about to take another step and set foot on the eleventh floor when he suddenly stopped.

His Mana Core abruptly pulsed, making his entire body shudder for an instant.

“Could it be…” Kael murmured without realizing it as a smile of anticipation slowly spread across his face.

Immediately closing his eyes, Kael turned his inner gaze toward his own Mana Core.

The moment his consciousness sank into the Core, he knew he had been right.

Changes were indeed taking place inside.

The spiral-shaped marks that had previously been barely discernible on the Core’s surface were now becoming much clearer and brighter. They seemed to be emerging from within the Core itself, growing more distinct as they slowly spread onto the nearest mana channels.

Watching this unfold, Kael involuntarily held his breath.

“I’m breaking through to the Marked Mage stage. Finally…” he thought, feeling a wave of satisfaction rise within him.

Opening his eyes and once again feeling the dense mana of the tenth floor, Kael quickly looked around before lowering himself to the ground without further hesitation.

“I think I’ll stay here for a while…” he murmured contentedly, settling into a more comfortable position. “It’s better to focus on the breakthrough for now…”

With those words, Kael completely cast aside any thoughts of climbing farther, focusing all his attention on the changes taking place within and allowing the surrounding mana to flow freely into his body.

✦ ✦ ✦

Kael’s decision to remain on the tenth floor, combined with the onlookers’ inability to see what was happening inside the Tower, caused a genuine uproar.

Some people had managed to place their bets as soon as Kael’s name appeared on the board, hoping to lock in the most favorable odds. Others had chosen to wait, gathering information and watching his progress.

That was why, when the number on the board suddenly stopped changing, dozens of eyes instantly fixed on it.

“Hey! Look!” someone in the crowd suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. “He stopped on the tenth floor!”

The square immediately grew somewhat quieter.

Several people hurriedly raised their heads toward the board, after which one of them burst into satisfied laughter.

“You idiots! You rushed to place your bets, but the kid isn’t that strong after all!”

“Damn it! Why did I rush into it?!” another man cursed, practically tearing his hair out. “And I bet all my money too!”

The moment those words were spoken, the other half of the crowd, those who had yet to risk their MMP, instantly came alive.

“I bet he won’t make it past the fifteenth floor!”

“And I bet he stays on the tenth and only lasts an hour!”

“Same, but I’m betting on two hours!”

“Write it down! Tenth floor, three hours!”

“Three hours? Are you kidding? The guy hit the jackpot and obviously overestimated himself!”

In an instant, genuine chaos erupted around Barbaros once again.

Tokens flashed through the air and people shouted over one another, while the bearded man merely grinned with satisfaction, hurriedly recording the new bets in his thick notebook.

Without even knowing it, Kael had stirred up an entire storm around the Horde’s Bone Tower, though he himself couldn’t have cared less…