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Opposite to the Wind Tower.

The top of the power tower.

One of the places with the most open view in the entire City of a Thousand Towers.

On the pointed platform, the night wind howled, causing the robes of the three people to flutter wildly.

They stood on the edge of the tower, the railing made of cold, polished iron.

Looking down from here, the entire city of a thousand towers is laid out before you, its lights twinkling like stars, its streets crisscrossing.

On the opposite side, the wind tower was enveloped in a layer of cyan light, silent and quiet.

The three people stood at the top of the tower, gazing at the wind tower, remaining silent.

Standing in the very center was a blue-haired woman.

She was tall and slender, with a cold and refined face, and an innate arrogance between her brows.

The dark blue robes were embroidered with fine ice crystal patterns.

A family crest of ice blue was pinned to the collar of his shirt.

The background is ice blue, with a six-pointed star in the center.

Eli.

The true master of the Thousand Towers Ice Magic.

She held a wine glass in her right hand.

The glass contained a pale golden liquid, which remained motionless in the night breeze.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze passing through the night to land on the wind tower opposite.

"Roslin's mansion was blown to bits a few days ago."

"What do you think—"

"Could that old man have done it?"

Her voice was unhurried, carrying a scrutinizing tone.

The red-haired man standing to her left immediately chimed in.

He was handsome, with a deliberately maintained polite smile.

Her fiery red hair fluttered wildly in the night wind.

The collar of his robe was open, revealing a thin flame tattoo on his collarbone.

That's the emblem of Ignis, the Thousand Towers Fire Magic Family.

This person is the current master of the Fire Tower.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a deliberate attempt to ingratiate himself.

"It's definitely him."

"My people detected a large amount of residual wind element in the ruins of Roslin's mansion."

"The one who made the move was a legendary wind mage."

"In the entire Thousand Towers, who else could it be but Wayne Gale?"

"Even if he didn't do it himself, he must have instructed him to do it."

His gaze fell on the beautiful profile of the Ice Tower Master, filled with undisguised ingratiation and admiration.

The tower master, who was standing on the other side, spoke up.

He was taller than the other two.

He had broad shoulders and a wide back, and his short, silver-white hair remained perfectly still in the wind.

He leaned against the pillar with his arms crossed, his expression indifferent, his voice low and steady.

"It couldn't be him."

"Wayne has been under our surveillance the whole time."

"A few days ago, in the early morning, he was arguing with the council elders about resigning from the Wind Tower and the Hero's Sign."

"He did not leave the parliament hall the entire time."

The Fire Tower Master immediately frowned.

He glanced at the tower owner, his tone clearly showing displeasure.

"Don't forget, the Wind Tower isn't just a legend associated with that old geezer."

"And his eldest disciple, Prann Sylph."

"That traitor from the wind-element family."

When he said the word "traitor," he emphasized it slightly, as if he was deliberately stressing something.

The tower owner glanced at him indifferently.

"Plan also submitted his resignation yesterday."

"He was originally supposed to be the Wind Tower Master after Wayne."

"But he gave up."

"Furthermore, he resigned from his position as deputy tower master."

"The head of the Sylph family even made a huge scene over this."

The Fire Tower Master was stunned for a moment.

Then an uncontrollable surge of ecstasy welled up on his face.

"Even he's gone?"

"That wind tower—"

"Isn't it ours now?"

His voice rose slightly at the end, carrying a sense of eager anticipation.

The Ice Tower Master finally spoke.

She gave a cold laugh, raised her hand to her lips, and took a sip.

"It should have been ours two years ago."

"This old bastard has been shamelessly staying here for two years."

"He and his apprentices, along with those old fogies who planned to rebel, should have been swept out of Thousand Towers long ago."

"The Outsider of the Thousand Towers—"

"They shouldn't be interfering in our affairs regarding the Thousand Towers."

Her tone carried a cold, matter-of-fact quality.

The Fire Tower Master immediately echoed, his tone full of ingratiating smiles.

"My sister is right."

"They should have all been cleared out long ago."

The Electric Tower Master ignored his flattery and turned to the Ice Tower Master, his tone carrying a hint of serious consideration.

"Who exactly blew up the Roslyn family home?"

The Ice Tower Master and the Fire Tower Master exchanged a glance.

Then she laughed.

That smile carried a condescending sarcasm.

"It seems—"

"They still think we're the ones who are secretly sabotaging them."

"They thought it was us who caused the failed hunt in the Deadwood Wasteland."

"This led to the death of their family's legendary mage."

"This resulted in the loss of more than half of their family's elite forces."

"This greatly reduced their strength."

She paused for a moment, then downed the wine in her glass in one gulp.

"But I do want to do that."

The master of the electric tower remained silent for a moment.

"What should we do next?"

"The family started to become restless."

The Ice Tower Master casually handed the empty wine glass to the Fire Tower Master beside him.

My gaze was drawn to the tip of the wind tower in the distance.

Her voice was as cold as an unsheathed ice blade in the night wind.

"We can kick the stubbornness of the old era out of the tower—"

"It can also sweep them out."

"Compared to those old guys, the family members are nothing?"

"We had already won when Wayne submitted that resignation."

The night wind was still blowing.

The three stood atop the power tower, their robes billowing, their gazes cold and arrogant.

The victor's posture was on full display in the night.

They looked down at the lights of the entire city of a thousand towers, as if they were the true masters of this city.

And below are the figures walking through the streets.

To them, they are nothing more than chess pieces on a chessboard that can be moved around at will.

And in places they can't see.

A raven flew silently away from the shadows atop the power tower.

Black Feather blended into the night, attracting no one's attention.

Its wings swept across the night sky, passing through the gaps between the towers.

It eventually landed on the windowsill on the side of the top of the wind tower.