High Tower Space.
Several unexpected guests suddenly descended, emerging from the depths of a darkened passage, hovering in midair with an icy indifference toward everything in High Tower Space.
Leading them was a young man.
He wore an incredibly elaborate cloak made from the fur of some rare creature, emitting a faint glow and an aura of concealed power.
Beside the young man were two elderly figures.
Both had red hair and were wrapped in thick crimson coats, their presence equally enigmatic.
Yet, they held the young man in utmost respect.
One of the elders spoke, saying, "Lord Curtis, should we eradicate this High Tower directly?"
Curtis shook his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips.
