Max sat alone at the edge of the Tower of Truth's highest peak, legs dangling off the side, the wind brushing against his skin like a whisper from the heavens.
From up there, the Lost Continent stretched endlessly before him—an empty area of barren land around the tower, mountains, rivers, and scattered cities, veiled by thin clouds and golden rays of sunlight breaking through.
It was a sight few had ever seen, and fewer still could appreciate the way he did in that moment.
Yet, despite the beauty that lay before his eyes, Max's mind was somewhere else entirely. His thoughts spiraled inward, returning again and again to the revelations Blob had whispered to him after his awakening.
The truth had come gently, like a slow drizzle—but each word carried weight enough to shake his core. Through Blob, he had seen it all.
