"7 Towers…" Clovis looked down, contemplating. "To think such towers have been hidden this whole time…"
Silvia smiled. "I have told you everything you want to know. However, this road is extremely dangerous. If you continue on this path, you will have to face that guy."
"The Prophet." Clovis squinted his eyes. There was already bad blood between them, considering he was responsible for his grandmother's death. In addition, if the information was correct, the one-eyed swordsman was also the Prophet's puppet.
If that was the case, there was no need to hide from him anymore. The Prophet would definitely do everything he could to kill him.
Clovis thought for a moment before asking, "Great-grandma. How about Steven? I was told that you were the ones creating it."
"Steven." Silvia smiled. "Do you know its true name?"
"Stel Neven Archive."
"Correct, but I shortened it to Steven, simply because my husband was called Steven." She chuckled.
