Chapter 499 [499] End of the Tower.
?All they saw, was a flash of blue light engulf the black dome.
And the transmission was cut.
"... What happened?"
The rapid destruction of the tower stopped, and the light shining down from the sky also stopped. The entire area became silent.
No more of the tower cracked and fell. The obsidian seemed to be perfectly fine, and the world was silent.
"No way..."
However, a few of them noticed something. The cracked obsidian seemed to repair itself. The debris slowly went back into the tower, as they all gasped.
"No way..."
"It can't be..."
"After all...that?"
Wild ideas and conclusions came into their minds, the most prominent one being...
'Alan Peccator failed to clear the final floor.'
"So he couldn't beat Ezra after all."
Henry's Grandfather, Logan, smiled and stood up from his seat, intending to leave. He had come here only to confirm the rumours spreading about. However, since the tower was now reconstructing itself, only one conclusion came to his mind, which was the same for everyone.
After so long, after such suffering, Alan failed.
"... It can't be..."
Everyone was in disbelief, Logan opened the door and stepped out, and a voice called out.
"Guild master...!"
"Wha-"
He turned around, thinking Alan's dead body had plopped out of the tower, but no. That was not it.
The tower turned started to turn...into dust.
Small particles of dust started to fly away, like a rotting corpse. The building soon turned to ash, flying in some people's face.
The giant structure, disappeared just like that, leaving a cloud of dust in the centre.
"Focus! Focus!"
The cameras all focused to the centre, and wind magic was used to make the dust fly away. The people watched with bated breath as they wanted to see what was left. The dust finally settled.
And they found him, the one who cleared the trial. His silk like golden hair receded to his shoulders, his blue eyes were visible, even through the dust. And his armour was as menacing as ever.
Although his appearance was slightly different from when he entered the tower, the facial features made the people accept the truth. What was in front was not an illusion but the real.
Alan Peccator, and what he held in his hands was a small wooden bottle. And slightly in front of him was what appeared to be a cracked pearl the size of a human, the green liquid had disappeared.
Seeing the two items around him, various people activated their appraising skills, although they varied in levels and other things, the two items were now no longer a secret.
The Panacea Phial alone made people awestruck, but the broken core of the tower was something intriguing as well.
[Item: Tower Core (Broken, corroded).]
[Usage: Unknown.]
The voice interrupted her, and Morgana went silent, unwilling to utter another word or else it would be her head uttering her final words.
[The cracked core is useless, Only a dragon or a god beast of high ranking would be able to revive it. And these esteemed existences are all shackled. Whoever created that tower is probably dead, waiting for rebirth.]
"Yes... Demonic Martial Star... But it was a dragon who cleared the tower."
Finally, an ounce of interest appeared in the voice, the crystal vibrated. But the pressure increased.
[You expect me to believe that? Dragons won't bother with this weak and feeble planet.]
"It was a human who is believed to have gained the bloodline of a dragon, he is the one clearing the tower. It is believed the bloodline has fully manifested into him, and he has now evolved into a dragon."
[Human...]
The voice felt silent, there was a hint of disapproval in it. Like it believed it to be a waste.
As if it was the master of the bloodline itself, it spoke with hubris.
[Hahaha...]
No, it laughed with it.
[A human... Hahaha!]
It burst into a boisterous laughter soon, tinged with absolute disrespect to the human race.
[A human manifesting the power of a dragon...when even celestials, demons, and elves struggle with it...HAHAHA!]
After a while, it finally ended, Morgana could do nothing but grit her teeth at the disrespect. Although she was now a demon herself, it felt odd having her original species be insulted. Her Unique skill was taking it a lot worse. It manifested into her thoughts, but she dared not put them into action.
[Fine...what is his name? Tell me everything about him.]
"Alan Peccator, he is 18, and is a user of the ice element and space element. He is young, but is a master at spearman ship."
[Young...you say?]
"Yes, Martial Star, he is young...
[So he can be corrupted...but no.]
'Huh?'
She had served this demon for a long time, she knew how fond he was of corrupting little talents and taking everything away from them, making them his slaves...but no?
What was that 'no' meant to imply? It made her curious, and she wondered what made the demon so ignorant of her incomplete usage of his title
[I want it...that bloodline of his will be my key to the higher realm!]
'Ah...that's it.'
It seemed even the demon could control his kinks for advancement,
"I shall extract the bloodline from him and present it to you, Demonic Martial Star."
[No. You will only ruin it.]
"... Yes, my lord."
She had to accept defeat, even though it hurt her pride.
[I will come and do it myself. Prepare the construction of a portal and increase the number of miasma spreaders. It is time to make this planet a colony in my rule.]
"Yes, My lord."
The crystal lost it's power, indicating that the owner of it had left.
Morgana could finally stand up, she issued commands through the communicator on her wrist and left the room.