Julius, whom they hadn’t seen in a while, looked utterly drained.

It seemed he’d been caught in constant battles lately. On top of that, other issues had piled up, leaving traces of irritation on his face. The calm and composed demeanor he usually carried was nowhere to be seen.

“A physical confrontation? What exactly happened?”

Selpherd and Arin couldn’t help but react with alarm, their voices trembling.

Julius hesitated for a moment, pondering how to explain, before finally speaking slowly.

“The White Tower has long been tended by its native residents. You’re aware of this, aren’t you?”

“Yes, to some …