Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

On the other side, in the city of a thousand towers.

The highest tower in the sky.

The top-floor lobby was empty and quiet.

The magical runes on the four walls emitted a pale golden light, illuminating the entire hall.

On the stone platform in the center of the hall, dozens of glass lamps are neatly arranged.

At the very top, in the most conspicuous position, a pale silver soul lamp was flashing intensely.

Then, it went out.

The moment the flames dissipated, fine cracks appeared on the glass wall.

The cracks spread, becoming more numerous and denser.

The entire lamp shattered.

The fragments slid off the stone platform and fell to the ground with a crisp thud.

The great sage Merlin Ambrose opened his eyes.

He sat cross-legged at the deepest part of the hall, his pure white robe spread out on the floor.

His hair and beard were all white, and his face was aged, but his eyes were as clear as a spring.

He stared at the shattered soul lamp and remained silent for a long time.

Then he stood up, his movements slow and steady.

He picked up the staff that was leaning against the wall.

It was a silver-white staff, its body covered with dense runes, and a fist-sized transparent magic crystal embedded at the top, with stars slowly flowing inside.

He grasped the staff and waved it gently.

A ripple appeared in the air.

The ripples grew larger and deeper, like a door being opened.

He stepped inside.

The ripples subsided, and the hall returned to deathly silence.

Only the shattered fragments of the Soul Lamp lay scattered on the ground, gleaming dimly under the illumination of the Magic Stone.

At the top of the Tower of the Sky, a subtle magical fluctuation spread out.

The ripples were very light and faint, like the wind blowing across the surface of water.

But in the City of a Thousand Towers, those standing at the highest point all felt it.

Towering wind towers.

In a secluded room on the top floor, two elderly men sat facing each other.

Two cups of tea were on the table, but the tea had gone cold and no one had touched them.

Wind Tower Master Wayne Gale leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

He sat opposite an elderly man wearing a dark blue robe.

His robes were embroidered with star patterns, and he held an astrological staff in his hand.

A fist-sized, deep blue magic crystal is embedded at the top of the staff, with star trails slowly flowing inside.

The two stopped talking at the same time and looked at each other.

Wayne frowned slightly as he looked out the window at the Tower of the Sky.

"Where did that monster go?"

The old man opposite did not answer.

He closed his eyes and ran his fingers along the shaft of the astrological staff.

Magic surged from his palm, and the deep blue magic crystal at the top of the staff lit up.

The star trails began to rotate faster, and thin beams of starlight shot out from the magic crystal, weaving together in the air to form a blurry picture.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, his voice very faint.

"West side."

Wayne's brow furrowed even more.

He began to wonder what was to the west.

A selection meeting for a transport team held in Copper Gate City?

That old monster still cares about this?

The old man opposite him interrupted his thoughts.

"That monster's movements are always unpredictable, so ignore it."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable calmness.

"Okay, let's not change the subject."

"Wayne Gale, you know why I'm here."

Wayne's expression instantly became very uncomfortable.

His lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed on the old man opposite him, as if he were looking at a troublesome creditor.

"Do you really have to pick people from my wind tower?"

His voice carried a hint of resentment.

"Ink Orchid".

Yes, it's the old man opposite me.

She is another prophet on the continent of Akara, besides the Holy Maiden of Light.

The city lord of the City of Heroes, the Grand Mage Molan.

Mo Lan picked up the now-cold tea, took a sip, and ignored Wayne's bitter and resentful expression.

He put down his teacup, his voice calm.

"The quest for heroes is about to begin."

"I need people."

"You people from the wind tower are the best."

"After all, levitation is indispensable for a hero's party."

"We can't expect the heroes to carry their heavy luggage on their own."

"There are no cities along the way that can provide supplies on the road to the Demon God's Fortress."

Wayne's lips twitched.

"Couldn't we just pull some people from Raymond's squad?"

His voice carried a hint of resentment.

"He has no shortage of mages who can levitate."

Mo Lan looked at him seriously.

"Nine warriors, the Transport Guild has already sent out a scholar and a shield guard."

"Dawn City has produced heroes, knights, and rangers."

"The God of Light has produced a saintess."

"An assassin emerged from the Assassin's Court."

"A soul mage has emerged from the high elves."

He paused for a moment, then continued.

"All that's missing is your Thousand Towers mage."

"A wind mage who can levitate."

Wayne's face grew increasingly grim.

Mo Lan continued.

"A magical genius with extraordinary abilities."

Wayne's face looked even uglier.

He snorted coldly, puffing out his beard and glaring.

"Magical geniuses? Unfortunately, there are no so-called magical geniuses among the wind magic students of this year's class at the extraordinary level."

"And I haven't encountered any more suitable wind-type seedlings."

Mo Lan looked at Wayne and said a name.

"Your grand-disciple, Betty."

Wayne's pupils contracted sharply.

His fingers gripped the armrest tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Magic surged from his body, like a wild beast awakened from its trance, rampaging through the secret chamber.

The teacup on the table trembled, and the tea spilled out.

The runes on the wall flickered a few times before stabilizing.

Wayne's voice was forced out of his throat, low and suppressed.

"She is not from Qianta."

"She has been taken away by Freya and become part of the transport team."

"You shouldn't be asking me for people, you should be asking Raymond."

Mo Lan remained silent for a moment.

"She can't possibly leave Qianta."

His voice was flat, as if he were stating a fact.

"After all, she is from a well-known magic family in the Thousand Towers."

"They were the ones who recommended Betty to me."

He paused for a moment.

"Wayne, the candidate has actually been chosen, and we're almost at the final stage."

"The reason I came to talk to you is that if you have a more suitable candidate, there is still a chance to replace that young girl."

Wayne's expression was extremely unpleasant.

His chest heaved violently, his lips were pressed into a thin line, and his eyes were fixed on Mo Lan, as if trying to see through the old man.

Finally, he sighed.

"How much longer?"

Mo Lan said.

"The frontline scouts have discovered that the Black Tide has begun to recede."

"That demon god has slowed down."

"The Conquest of Heroes will begin in Dawn City in three months at most."

"I know about your relationship with Freya, and I don't want her to fall out with Chita because of it, or even become the next Ivan Ashley."

"You'd better prepare in advance."

"Alright, old friend, that's my warning. The rest is up to you."

After saying that, Mo Lan stood up, picked up her astrological staff, and walked towards the door.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away in the corridor.

Wayne was left alone in the secret room, his expression grim.

He stared at the doorway for a long time, then stood up and walked out of the secret room.

He walked through the long corridor to the core of the wind tower.

It was a huge circular hall with a high dome and walls covered with dense magical runes.

In the very center of the hall, a huge magic crystal floated, emitting a pale blue light.

That's the communication core of the wind tower.

Every magic tower in the City of a Thousand Towers has communication capabilities, including the core magic towers.

Wayne stood in front of the magic crystal and remained silent for a long time.

He raised his hand, then lowered it, then raised it again, then lowered it again.

The light from the magic crystal shone on his face, casting a half-light, half-shadow on his aged face.

Finally, he sighed.

He put his hand down.

He turned and left the main hall.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, growing fainter and fainter as it went.

Finally, it disappeared into the distance.