Adrian stood at the base of the Zeta Tower, the last of the 72 towers to appear on Earth. The structure loomed over him, an endless spire stretching into the clouds.
The structure was made of stones, but they were no ordinary stones. People said that the towers were made from the remnants of countless destroyed planets.
Obviously, it was one of the many theories Adrian had heard since stepping into the compound. Suddenly, Adrian was distracted by loud noises.
"Best prices on mana potions!" one merchant shouted.
"Get your enchanted swords here!" another bellowed.
Around the tower, the scene was bustling with activity. Makeshift stalls and tents had been set up, creating a marketplace for adventurers and hunters.
Vendors loudly advertised their wares—gleaming weapons, sturdy armour, and potions promising various enhancements and healing properties. Groups of people haggled over prices and inspected gear with keen eyes.
