"The Danger and The Calm"

Somewhere deep within the heart of the Empire, the air trembled with quiet tension.

A grand obsidian chamber opened before us—its walls smooth, cold, and adorned with banners bearing the insignia of the Empire. At its center, a large throne like an immovable shadow, surrounded by eerie silence.

A lone figure stood beside it. Draped in regal black robes, he looked at the being who sat upon the throne—the one they all called the "Blind King". 

The man said. “My lord... I sense something. Uncommon. Unlike anything else... something that shouldn't exist.” placing his hands over his eyes.

The Blind King did not speak at first.

He remained seated, one hand draped across the arm of his throne, the other holding the silver goblet that obscured his hollow eyes. “What is it, Overseer?”

The Overseer leaned closer and whispered something—

—but the words were muffled, drowned out by a strange static, as if the world itself refused us to hear them...

In that instant, the King’s expression changed. His body straightened, jolting upright.

A shiver ran through the court.



Meanwhile, far away, in a different corner of the world...

A military base came into view—large and buried beneath layers of defense tech. Hovercrafts and floating cannons hummed above landing pads, suspended by electro-magnetic fields.

Deep below ground, in a sealed, steel-walled room, a man crouched upside-down on the ceiling.

Surrounding him, dozens of objects hovered in stillness—knives, books, tools, and glowing stones—all untouched by gravity. 




Back at the Tower of Hope...

High atop the floating spire, Shin’ō and Audaxor stood beneath the open sky. The spire gently rotated above the Tower like a crown suspended in space. “All set! Now it shouldn’t move... for now.”
Shin'ō wiping his hands. “Yeah, that was wild. Didn’t expect it to float like that. But let’s get back to work.”

A door creaked open behind them as Helwin arrived, holding a thick scroll and a smirk. “Yo, I’m back. Got the panels. Jovino made these.”

Shin'ō, grabbing the panels said. “Thanks. Once we place them all, I’ll call everyone up.”

The panels were rectangular, etched with runes and pulsing faintly. Shin’ō and Audaxor began placing them mid-air, step by step. Each one fixed itself into invisible points, forming a floating stairway that led directly to the spire.

With the last panel locked in place, Shin’ō dusted off his hands. “Alright. Let’s go.”

The others soon arrived, stepping up the panels one by one. The cool wind danced around them as they reached the spire’s entrance.

Its interior... was familiar.

Far too familiar.

Jovino looking around the room. “This looks familiar...”
Bezkon calm yet confused. “It’s the same as that room. The one from when Shin'ō returned.”
Audaxor looking out of the window. “Yeah... but it was already like this when we got here.”
Helwin curiously acked. “Can magic... store memories?”

Shin’ō stared at the stone walls. The light. The angle of the floor. Everything. “I have no idea. But hey—it feels right." 

"So... comrades, shall we hold our first meeting?” He extended a hand, eyes soft. “In our base... The Fifth Council.”
Bezkon raising his fist. “Our Fifth Council!”
Helwin asked, sitting in his chair. “Alright then—what’s our first topic?”



Silence followed... and then chaos.

Memes. Inside jokes. Random shouting. The room filled with laughter. They spoke of nothing important—yet somehow, it felt like the most important moment since the tower was built.

The sun dipped beyond the horizon, painting the tower in gold and crimson.

Eventually, the group dispersed, laughter still lingering in the halls.



Narrator: "The Tower had seven levels—each carefully assigned."
"On the second floor, Jovino settled into his room—cluttered and warm, with a large speaker in the corner and a multiple old phones on the desk."

"Above him, Helwin’s floor was silent, lined with ice-etched paintings and a gaming setup."

"On the fourth floor, Audaxor arranged his books in alphabetical order and sitting into a lounge-chair near the window."

"Above that, the fifth floor held the library and intel room, filled with floating archives and whispering runes."

"On the sixth floor, Shin’ō leaned out on his balcony, watching the clouds drift."

"And at the very top—the seventh floor—Bezkon’s room doubled as a surveillance deck, with wide glass windows overlooking the land."



The next morning arrived slowly.

Golden light crept across the floor of Bezkon’s room as he stirred awake.

He checked the time. “Huh. Guess I’m the first.”

He pulled on a hoodie and stepped lightly down the stairs.

All the others were still sleeping. Shin'ō lay half-curled beneath a loose blanket, while Audaxor laying straight, sleeping gently, his glasses still on. Helwin’s door was locked tight, and Jovino had somehow knocked over a chair in his sleep.

Bezkon chuckled and stepped out, heading toward the old man’s place.

The old man was preparing to move into Bezkon’s home.

Bezkon helped him carry boxes. The old man insisted on bringing a stack of ancient newspapers himself.

By the time he returned, the Tower was stirring.

Shin'ō had woken up and was preparing breakfast, eggs floating mid-air while flames curled softly below a pan.

Audaxor assisted, flipping toast with a flick of the wrist.

Outside, Jovino had begun training under the old man’s guidance. He stumbled, tripped, and got up again—sweat forming fast on his brow.

Helwin trained alone in the basement, muscles tightening as mist gathered around him.

And Bezkon... simply watched.



Evening arrived quietly.

At the top, Bezkon stood alone, observing it all from behind glass.

Audaxor sat deep in study, nose buried in books and strategy.

Jovino was still outside, now panting on the ground but smiling.

Helwin meditated amidst frost and silence.

And Shin'ō... sat on the ledge of his balcony, legs dangling into the wind.

The sun set slowly. The clouds moved like waves across the land.

Everything was quiet.

Narration: "The calm... before the rain."

The End of Season-1...