The deadly activities of the Hidden Tower continued to draw the attention of countless fighters, but Amara had another priority that was no less important for the operation of the underground faction.That night, the logistics girl was forced to conduct a survey on her own, making her way through the streets of the uncharted outer slums.Her light footsteps pierced the darkness of the narrow alleys reeking of filth, noting every detail of the abandoned buildings for secret smuggling routes.Everything remained quiet until three sturdy figures in thick robes bearing the academy's emblem suddenly emerged from the shadows of the alley, blocking her only way out.Amara frowned, instinctively narrowing her eyes. Those academy people would never willingly come down to the lower district unless they had ill intentions.The group's leader, a scar-faced man, recognized her immediately and smiled cynically beneath the dim streetlights."So we finally found you. You can't run anymore, Miss Silve

That spontaneous act of heroism at the narrow alley intersection did not make Lucian swell with pride or revel in glory like some noble knight.Instead, the Judge felt even more disgusted as he looked upon the flawed reality of this world, where the weak were always destined to become nothing more than stepping stones for those in power.His decision to save the old vegetable vendor unexpectedly spread with astonishing speed, faster than a contagious plague sweeping through the lower district.The story became a beacon of hope among the common people, weaving prayers from the corners of shabby taverns all the way to the depths of the black mining pits.The rumor built the image of a savior, an image deeply ironic when placed beside his brutality in tearing apart the internal organs of his enemies within every floor of the tower.When Amara first heard the street gossip, she burst into delighted laughter, nearly knocking the faction's account ledger off Zephyr's headquarters table."Se