The Black Tower, 26 Floors

The Black Tower is a place where the Earth meets the sky. It is one of the greatest towers, located in the Black Continent. While other towers exist, the Black Tower holds a unique significance. It stands as the most important among them, the center of discussions that shape the world.

Within its grand halls, rulers of the seven continents gather, along with the most powerful families who wield immense authority. A hushed murmur fills the chamber, anticipation thick in the air.

"So, why have we gathered here so suddenly?" the Ruler of Mural asks, casually propping his foot on the chair.

"Did you not receive the letter? Stop asking foolish questions," the Ruler of the Greatest Sea responds sharply.

"Silence."

The command comes from the Master of the Black Tower. His voice is low, yet unwavering. The room quiets instantly.

The Duke of the Eastern Continent sighs before speaking gravely.

"Before we proceed, I must inform you of troubling news. The seal… has been broken."

A heavy silence falls over the room.

One of the lords finally speaks, his voice laced with disbelief.

"Are you certain? That… thing… has been unsealed?"

"Are you jesting?" another asks, incredulously.

"How could this happen…?"

The silence deepens, pressing down on all present.

The Master of the Black Tower speaks again, his tone grim.

"We have all gathered here for a reason. We must carefully consider our next steps regarding this matter."

"So, what are we to do now?" someone asks, worry evident in their voice.

"Do you have a plan?" the Lord of Mural questions.

"What else can we do? If that thing has been unsealed, we must fight it."

"Do you not understand who we are about to face?" the King of Mural warns.

"Silence."

Once more, the Master of the Black Tower speaks, and the hall falls still.

"Our ancestors spent their lives battling that force. Now, it is our turn."

Another member hesitates before asking cautiously, "But how should we do that?" The worry on his face is unmistakable.

"We must find the key," the King of the Black Kingdom declares.

His words cast a chilling silence over the room.

The Mural King grits his teeth and mutters through clenched jaws,

"Do you still believe in such old rumors with no logical basis?"

He slams his fist onto the table, his frustration echoing through the chamber. Others begin whispering among themselves.

The Tower Master raises his hand, stopping them.

"Now, now… this is not the time for us to stray from our purpose," he says, pausing briefly before continuing. "What he said is true. We have no way of knowing when or how the other seals might break. We must find the key before that happens."

Doubt lingers in the air as another voice speaks.

"But… does such a thing even exist?"

Discussions soon spiral into scattered, unfocused debates.

The Master of the Black Tower exhales sharply.

"If you'll excuse me," he says before leaving the hall, his assistant following closely behind.

#4

As his voice echoed, the area began to stir, and the air vibrated with an unsettling sound. The boy's chant had unknowingly attracted the attention of a monster.

The setting was once the site of a dungeon. An old dungeon long abandoned and forgotten, now overrun with monsters, facing terrifying creatures within. This dungeon was home to monsters classified as Tier 3—pig-like beasts, ferocious and deadly.

One of the monsters heard the boy's chant and immediately rushed toward him. The boy tried to prepare for the attack, but just as the creature lunged, someone intervened. A light magic spell cut through the monster, and with a burst of energy, it was destroyed.

"Well done, bait," a voice called out from behind him.

Saint candidate Revna Valora.

"Well, the fun is just beginning" Aris flame user.

"Thanks for your commission now all monster's will rush here. so be prepared!"

 A different voice full of anticipation. Dual elemental Norman Thagard.

"Alright, my warm-up's done. Let's start hunting," Anon take his sword.

Looked at Aris and said, "don't do anything stupid today."

"Well, just you watch?" Aris replied confidently.

#5

The pig-like monsters spread across the entire area, their numbers growing rapidly.

Then, Aris began chanting. As his incantation grew louder, the fireball he summoned transformed into a massive phoenix, which he hurled toward the monsters.

The monsters began to tremble in fear, but just before the fiery phoenix reached them, it disappeared into thin air.

Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Man, I practiced the whole week, but why did it turn out like this?" he muttered, burying his head in his hands.

The monsters, still shaken by the sight of the phoenix, began gathering in greater numbers.

"Hey, Norman, do you have a plan?"

Norman replied, "Well, let's see, we…"

Before he could finish, a voice from behind interrupted him.

"Step aside, boys."

Revna Vaelora, a saint of the light element, stepped forward.

"Revna, don't do anything reckless!" Anon warned.

"You'll see what recklessness looks like," Revna smirked, glancing at Aris.

"Oi, idiot, just sit down and watch your big sister fight."

"Hey, barbarian lady, don't try to act like my big sister, you… fatty-!" Aris shot back.

As he argued with Revna, a few monsters lunged at him from behind. Revna quickly swung her scepter, taking them out, then grabbed him by the collar, pulling him back to safety.

"If you don't want to die, sit tight and stay out of trouble."

#6

She estured to anon and said

 "Keep an eye on Aris! Norman and I will handle these monsters. The two of us are enough to deal with them."

"Alright, good luck."

I gave them a quick salute and sat back, watching with a sigh.

Norman began chanting a spell, creating what looked like a small ball. But as it touched the ground, it began creating immense pressure in the air. As it moved toward the monsters, everything around it was blown away.

"I call this spell Vortex Nexus," he said with a grin.

"That's perfect for an air elemental genies! Shall I begin?"

Revna then charged forward, leaping into the air and lifting her holy scarf. She began chanting,

"God's Light!"

A cascade of holy light descended from the sky, striking the monsters. The creatures were swept away, burned by the touch of the Holy Light.

Anon muttered to himself, "Holy moly…"

Aris, awestruck, watched the spell in action.

"Do you think I could ever create a spell like that, Anon?" he asked quietly.

#7

Aris looked frustrated, and his eyes seemed hopeless.

anon put a comforting hand on his shoulder to cheer him up and said,

"Don't worry, buddy. One day, you'll be able to create spells even more amazing than that."

He tried to smile and replied, "Maybe."

Then, looking at the battlefield, he added, "If they keep fighting like this, I don't think we'll need to step in."

Anon smirked and said, "Just keep watching, and you'll understand."

After ten minutes...

"Why aren't you coming? Come on!" Norman shouted, panting heavily.

"I'm not finished yet! Come at me, monsters—I'll punish you as a god would!" Despite her bravado, even Miss Saint was exhausted.

They were both worn out after fighting for ten minutes, but the number of monsters hadn't decreased at all.

"Um… what's going on?" Aris asked, gesturing to Anon for an explanation.

"Well, the thing is, no matter how powerful the spell you use, these monsters absorb mana to their limit. The spells are effective, but the problem is the sheer number of them. These pig-like monsters, Type-3, are just so many that…"

#8

"They reproduce so quickly… And after all those powerful attacks, I don't think we've managed to take down even half of them," he said, his voice trembling with fear.

"So, what should we do?" he asked nervously.

"Hey, Anon, do you think you can handle this?" Norman asked, looking hopeless.

"Anon, just hold them off for two minutes so I can regain my mana," Revna said, catching her breath.

Anon sighed. "Do you even have enough mana to heal yourself?"

Revna looked at Anon, and he could tell she wasn't sure.

"We'll have to pay the price for this later," he muttered, tossing a healing potion toward them.

"Man, I brought this potion just for myself…" Anon thought to himself.

"Aris! I need your help. Block their line of sight for me," Anon called out to Aris.

"Will that actually help?" Aris asked, still unsure.

"Just do it, man. I'll handle the rest," Anon replied confidently.

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