In the Border City.
Compared to the usual solemnity and haste, the newly-arrived merchant caravans and adventurers frequently cast curious glances toward the additional White Tower, abuzz with discussions.
Especially the adventurers who were original residents of the frontier, they vividly described yesterday's grand events, drawing exclamations of amazement and giving themselves a great sense of satisfaction, as if they were being praised.
However, what shocked them even more was the fact that the Border Alliance Center, the military, and all the great forces didn't show any response, as if they had chosen to turn a blind eye.
Inside the White Tower.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Despite being a closed space, the flow of air kept accelerating, forming a terrifying storm, violently crashing against the spider silk High Tower, but it was firmly contained, unable to break through.
This caused the internal storm to continuously intensify, slicing through everything!