Draco smoothed his hair and appeared in his castle with a smile. Now that he had relaxed a bit, it was time to continue his climb up the Tower of Babylon, and to inevitably oust those cretins from their top 3 positions.
Draco then entered the portal within his castle and was whisked away to the 11th floor, which was the first floor in the second set of 10 linked ones.
When he re-appeared, he noticed that he was on a large plain that stretched out for miles, with some hills and plateaus all around that formed narrow cervices for one to rush through.
He noticed that there was an army of men and women arranged behind him, all of them wearing fearful and ashamed expressions. Beside him was a man who looked to be the leader of this army who was extremely well-built and handsome with a thick mustache and a set of silvery plate mail covering him, but his sweaty forehead belied his own trepidation.
