Princess Lenavira's face turned solemn, her tone lowering just slightly. "A curse of judgment," she said. "Any being above the Seeker Rank who steps foot into this land will be instantly destroyed. Annihilated by the Tower itself."
Max's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"
He tried to wrap his head around it.
Beings above Seeker Rank… that meant Expert Rank experts. The so-called untouchables. The strongest of the strong. People who were seen as gods in the Lower Domain.
And yet—if Lenavira's words were true—this one tower could obliterate them on sight, just for setting foot too close?
"That's… insane," he muttered under his breath.
She simply nodded, calm and unbothered. "The Tower has always been a mystery. Some say it was built by ancient beings. Others say it's alive. But one thing is certain—it doesn't tolerate power beyond its threshold. It demands balance."
Max stared at the towering spire in the distance, stretching high into the sky like a spear pointed at the stars.
