Adam was going to head for the gray tower in the very center of the island, which was a natural extension of the White Spire.
It was the only route available to him. He had to meet with the Silver Beacon to return to the Forgotten Mills. Either way, she was the link between this island and the misty lands.
[Wait... Before you leave...]
"Hmm?" Adam turned to the dark orb.
[There is something you should know... Perhaps it is time for this island to undergo some changes... small ones, but with hope for the future... Now is the only right moment for this, if you help me, of course...]
Adam smiled happily.
A cunning plan after a hard battle? That was just what he needed!
"Tell me what to do!"
...
At the same time, Bertrada was nervous, pacing in circles in the glass sphere and biting her nails.
