A man and a woman, two figures walking through the crowd, approaching the Tower of Babel at a seemingly unhurried pace, forming a sharp contrast with the hurried passersby around them.
Even though a breathtaking opportunity had appeared, even though a future capable of changing destinies lay ahead, they still maintained a remarkably composed attitude.
The middle-aged man said calmly, "I naturally understand the benefits of the Tower of Babel. But you also know, the war between the Wendell Empire and the Velmoria Empire has not ended. As a noble of the Wendell Empire, I've never participated in it. You must understand, many people hold grievances against me, even His Majesty has grown somewhat dissatisfied."
His expression was solemn, his bearing extraordinary, clearly a man wielding great power, accustomed to standing high above others.
He also bore a name that resounded throughout the Wendell Empire, Achilles Carlisle.
