Max blinked, speechless for a moment, before a wry smile curled his lips. 'Damn it, Tower Spirit… you shouldn't give a title like that publicly,' he thought, feeling both amused and exasperated by the divine theatrics.
In his mind, a calm voice replied, amused. "I didn't do that. It was the master's doing, in his final moment before he faded away."
"The master?" Max asked silently.
"Yes. And… you may call me Xolo," the spirit answered, its voice now carrying a sense of familiarity, no longer just a voice of the trial, but of a companion bound to the tower itself.
'Xolo,' Max echoed internally, letting the name settle in his mind. 'I see… so it was all his doing,' he thought, exhaling slowly as the crowd continued to stare. He didn't ask for this attention, but now that he had it—he would carry it.
[Congratulations to Max Voidwalker for leveling up the Title "Aura of Primordial" to "Primordial"]