This silence undoubtedly further intensified the oppressive atmosphere within the Tower of Babel.
Two days had passed since the arrival of the Black Knight. The Etheric Academy, which had control of the situation, was probably making the final adjustments to that mechanical armor. The higher-ups of Babel knew that the meaningless war to please the tyrant was coming soon.
Today, on the seventh day before the start of this joke-like war, Hendrik called the first, and perhaps the last, high-level meeting of the Tower of Babel.
In the meeting room, Hendrik looked at the scholars, most of whom looked haggard and exhausted, and for a moment didn't know how to start.
To confront the Etheric Academy and the empress head-on... this absurd fact of despair had crushed them too many times in seven days.
