Few people knew that the Wizard Tower had another name in ancient times: the War Fortress!
Mike Donna looked up at the building before him, then immediately lowered his gaze, remaining expressionless.
"Sir, please come upstairs!"
Upon entering the Wizard Tower, several secretive spiritual fluctuations swept over him, scrutinizing him from the outside in.
"Yes." Mike Donna's expression remained unchanged as he followed the person ahead to the third floor.
A huge bed was there, upon which a 'patient' dressed in white lay quietly resting. The patient's breathing was faint; his eyes were closed as if asleep, and though he knew someone had arrived, he showed no intention of speaking. There were other people in the room, quite a few, yet Mike Donna's attention involuntarily focused on the patient, as if his presence made everything else dim and insignificant.
