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

The executioner rested his bloodstained axe upon his broad shoulder as he spat toward Lucian's boots."You've wasted all your precious strength just to prolong the lives of these four losers for a few more minutes," the giant mocked with a sneer. "Compassion has always been the deadliest disease for self-righteous fools in this tower."The slick-haired young man behind Lucian gripped the edge of the black robe even tighter until his knuckles turned white."Judge, please do something! Use your strongest magic right now!" the young man pleaded."Didn't you hear what they said? We'll all be chopped to pieces if you just stand there like a stone statue!" another teammate shouted.Lucian roughly brushed the young man's hand off his robe without even bothering to look back."Shut up," he replied flatly."Your little game is over, masked clown!" the executioner suddenly roared, cutting off their conversation. He pointed the tip of his axe directly at Lucian's face."Use the full-scale annihi

The artificial night fog, thick with the stench of sulfur, suddenly descended to blanket the skies above the Lower District without giving anyone the slightest warning.Thousands of poison-tipped arrows shot through the night air like a rain of death-bearing metal descending straight from hell.A chain of alchemical explosions reduced rows of wooden houses and shabby market tents into a sea of flames that crawled across the rubble.Hundreds of elite assassins dressed in black landed flawlessly atop the burning rooftops to begin their slaughter.Panicked screams erupted from every corner of the narrow streets as the civilians realized every escape route had been sealed within a living hell.An elderly woman stumbled over the remains of a collapsed brick building, spilling her basket of fruit just before an enemy sword severed her arm.Children cried in confusion, searching for their parents amid thick clouds of smoke that devoured their vision and choked their lungs.Inside the undergr

Lucian blinked his eyelids, sticky with the crust of dried blood.The sight of the burned-out ruins of the underground district vanished without a trace from his vision.A vast expanse of dazzling white marble hall now stretched before him, replacing the foul-smelling asphalt floor from before.Where was he now? What place was this?Every breath of oxygen that entered his lungs felt like rusted barbed wire tearing through them.He tried to slowly move his right index finger, using it to support his body on the cold marble.That trivial movement immediately drew a painful cracking sound from his shoulder joint, which seemed to be fractured.Fresh blood seeped once again from beneath the remnants of his charred robe as the gash across his neck was forcibly pulled apart.The nerve paralysis curse from the battle on the fifth floor still stubbornly nested within him, devouring his motor system.He did not even have the strength to stand. His entire body was shattered. He could even feel e