Thousands of young Blessed and Normies were gathered in front of the Cavern Tower of Casilian.
Zayn could clearly feel heat exuding from the card he received from the Normie King when they met. It attracted his interest but not for long as the loud humming sound of the Cavern Tower diverted his focus.
'So this is the Tower? Looks pretty normal to me. It feels very familiar, somehow,' He thought, tilting his head lightly before shaking his head, 'The tower's aura is extremely weak. Is that really one of the towers from my world?'
The reaction of the Normie Union's business card might be interesting for later, especially since it wanted to pull him somewhere but the tower in front of him was far more intriguing.
In his memories, towers ought to be towering hundreds of meters above the surface. They're indomitable existences that cannot be fathomed.
In comparison, the basalt tower in front of him was nothing. It may be as wide as a soccer field but that was nothing.
