Inner City. Central Treetop District.
In the luxurious dark brown study room, a man with a golden beard stood next to the window, silently looking at the towering spiral tower. The tower felt like three spikes drilled out of the ground and intertwining each other.
The white light shining from the top of the spiral tower reflected upon the skin of his face, showing a hint of silver luster.
The forehead of the man showed a deep frown, and his face showed a maturity and vicissitudes brought upon by time. On his muscular body, flaunted a set of dark, golden body armor.
"No news from Leah?" The man asked in a deep tone.
Behind him were four men and women wearing luxuriously, standing quietly. No one dared to speak out.
"How long can the resources within the inner city last?" The man turned around and looked at his own four trusted subordinates.
