Within his hazy consciousness, Jerome recalled his childhood. Back then, he had once asked his master a curious question.
"Why does our magic tower hide its name and identity?"
Even while living in secrecy and passing down their teachings through a single successor, they used the fabricated name "Dawn Tower."
His master, twisting his beard, replied with a casual shrug.
"Who knows? Weâve just been doing it this way for ages."
"But arenât we a magic tower? Shouldnât there at least be proper records?"
"I donât know either. Itâs just been passed down like this. However...."
"However?"
"Hmph, since weâre on the topic, I might as well tell you a fun story. Youâre about the right age to know, anyway."
"Yes, please!"
"Alright then. A long time ago, there was a great war. Terrifying monsters appeared in this world."
The story his master told was, in many ways, a familiar legend.
Long ago, darkness engulfed the world, and a hero rose to fight against it.
As expected, the tale ended with the hero triumphing over the darkness. On the surface, it sounded like the countless fairy tales found in storybooks.
But there was one unique detailâthis particular story involved their magic tower.
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