Several hours ago…
Somewhere in the north of the Far West continent existed the dream of many mages; it was a tower closely resembling a fortress.
Canons could be seen pocking out of the box-sized windows; these were all powered by magic and were capable of chasing away the deadliest horde of monsters.
On the inner curtain walls were knights dressed in resplendent silver armor, and on the towers attached to them were a group of mages, sitting in a circle, playing cards.
The Mage Tower was equipped with the best sensory and defensive magic formation.
No sentient being could escape its live radar that was continuously doing scans of the surrounding terrains.
Mini-screens were floating around the mages.
Represented in them were the surrounding area and the beings in them in the form of dots.
One such dot suddenly appeared on the cliff facing the tower.
Ring, rong, ding!
