The Master of the Mannafolds trembled beneath the frozen bark of a glacial Yggdrasil branch, the cold air of the domain wrapping around his form like chains of judgment. His lips were stained crimson. His pride was splintered and dangling, like the cracked mana runes floating around his battered form.
"I have the Mannafolds behind me! A Tower Master in our ranks with a terrifying progression in their Tower of Origin!"
WAA!
Torus, the Mannafolds Master, bared his teeth.
"The Tower Masters of the Mannafolds will hear of this. They will raze your beginning if you do this. They…!"
"Are they here?" Noah asked.
The cold question cut across his fury.
A Tower Master.
An extrenely accomplished Originus Venerant entity! But…were they here?
Torus faltered. "…No."
