Northern reached the ground floor of the Tower, scanning the space. Pristine walls stretched before him, adorned with intricate engravings. No one lived in the Tower.
Having learned a hard lesson from Lotheliwan, only those with business inside were allowed entry—and that business had to contribute to the livelihoods outside.
For one, Northern had converted a storeroom into a depot, so all the resources the ruined city could muster were secured within its walls.
Then he'd assembled a team to manage feeding the masses.
Northern also wanted to release the other survivors from his soul. But he wasn't sure it was wise, which was why he was downstairs searching for Thalen.
'I'm sure I felt his presence somewhere just now…'
Northern examined his surroundings. He'd intentionally dampened his sensory and perceptive abilities so he could function like a human.
