When the figure of the Frost Witch Kalsa, with her biting cold aura and subtle ice crystals, entered the Decaying Tower hall with a hint of weariness yet determination, the final vacancy was finally filled. The eight pinnacle Mystical Wizards of the Jade Land, having endured their own Trial Roads, once again gathered at this ancient nexus.
The time within the hall, seemingly frozen, was suddenly infused with vitality, yet overshadowed by a heavier, more primordial aura.
Just as Kalsa stood still, her gaze swept over the crowd, and she nodded slightly in acknowledgment—
"Tap… tap… tap..."
Slow, heavy, and with an odd rhythm, footsteps echoed like drumbeats on the heart of a decaying giant wood, coming from the deep darkness above the hall. The footsteps were not loud, yet they pierced through the space, leaving a Spiritual Imprint in everyone's soul perception.
All eyes were instantly drawn to the shadowy entrance of the spiral stairs leading to the higher levels of the Tower.
