Lost Tower entrance plaza, eternal silence seems to be its unchanging melody. Naples, like a rock that has existed since ancient times, sits still under the vast space whirlpool, endlessly meditating, guarding the rules and order of this tower.
Suddenly, a barely perceptible fluctuation emerged in the aura around him. The eyes hidden under the shadow of his hood abruptly opened, as if his gaze pierced through the layers of the tower, landing directly on a distant battlefield.
He did not rise, just slowly lifted a withered hand, extending his index finger to lightly tap in the void before him.
Where the fingertip touched, a bit of light blossomed, then swiftly expanded, transforming into an incredibly clear energy light curtain. The scene presented within the light curtain was the real-time image inside the 95th Floor Broken Chapel, where Cyrus embodied rules, devoured Duncan, trapping Lynch and others!
