The Tower of Magic. A sleek building over one kilometer high, its crystalline spire piercing the clouds above Avalon City like a needle threading the heavens.
This place had been my home for a brief time during my first summer break in this world, where I'd sharpened my Mind aspect alongside Cecilia and Rose. The memories of those days felt distant now—simpler times when my greatest concern was mastering basic spell formations rather than orchestrating continental power shifts.
As I approached the main entrance, I couldn't help but remember the chaos of two years ago when the Order of the Fallen Flame had launched their assault. The Tower's defenses were significantly stronger now, with layered barrier systems and automated guardian constructs that made the building virtually impregnable.
