Adam descended into the White Spire for his second trial. Only if he passed all the trials would he be able to assemble the mysterious seal from the dark fragments.
Mona, as the host of the White Spire, was his guide in this majestic place, but despite this, a stranger who had not been here for even an hour was able to put her in a stressful position.
"Agh... Agh... Agh..." Mona breathed heavily, collapsing with both hands on the floor, surrounded by white emptiness.
It wasn't Adam's aura and his intense gaze that weighed on her with surprising force, but his words.
"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! What was that all about?!" Mona exclaimed, punching the void. "What does he care about what's going on here?"
After a few moments, she looked up at several fragments floating above the void. They had been destroyed hundreds of years ago, becoming debris floating in the void, yet still possessing a great power that made Mona want to kneel in awe.
