The tower master with the hooked nose, seated in the second position, had two scars on his face, and his usually neatly combed brown hair now appeared disheveled, with strands of striking gray visible.
Iyu Luxi sat in the fifth seat.
Originally the seventh tower master, she was at the very end of the hierarchy, but since the onset of the calamity, two tower masters had perished. Others had taken their places, and she had been promoted to the fifth seat.
However, the young girl's originally flawless complexion now seemed gray and defeated, her flowing silver hair also had become dry and lifeless.
Her left arm was wrapped in layers of bandages, beneath which was a strange protrusion that wriggled and struggled like a living creature.
"City of Fallen Stars has refused our plea for help... cough cough."
The hoarse voice came from the old crone sitting in the chief seat; the faint glimmer of hope in the tower masters' eyes quickly dimmed.
